The clock so conveniently placed in the lower right of her computer screen seemed to mock her, telling her she was going to suffer in the morning. It was three AM, and she hadn't slept well in weeks. Existing on three to six hours of sleep a night, her grades were slipping,and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing she wanted to do about it.
She stifled a yawn, and decided it was time she got some rest. She closed her computer with a click, leaving the sixty chapter yaoi fanfiction for furthur continuation later that day. Closing her bloodshot eyes, she felt as the pain jolted through her skull; sitting so close to the computer couldn't be good for her.
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"I- I'm just not sure any more." she said, walking on the school campus with her equally addicted friends. It was break, and they were discussing shonen-ai.
"I feel that life no longer has a true purpose, that I have lost all reason to live, but to read, watch, and write yaoi. Just the other day, I collapsed to the ground, crying, because I realized that I would never be able to meet them, never be able to see them, because they're not real. Then, I sank into a depression upon realizing that I also could not be like them. Because I am not a boy, I can never fall in love with a boy and have it be boy's love. I can never have explicit mansex.. I can never BE yaoi." a tear trickled from her eye.
"I feel like I need help.. but .. I don't want help.. I have blown all my money on manga, and have changed my dream to fit this. I used to want to be a writer, I had dreams, but now I want to be a mangaka, and now.. now I can barely write a single story with a male character without trying to pair him off. Why, why have I been affected this way? Why? There's not a purpose to life anymore!" she fled from the small group, and to the art room, the one place she could call home.
The rest of the group was stunned. What had lead her to come up with such a conclusion.
Another girl spoke up.
"Are we going to go to hell?" she too started crying.
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The teachers watched on in silence as, one after one, every single one of the little, always cheerful group broke into tears. It was a sign of our decaying society.
This is why there is a restriction on Yaoi, why some sites are not meant for minors. This is why people do not want their children around this. I know this, because I am that girl. I no longer know what to do with my life, because of Yaoi, I am broken. Because of yaoi, and japanese culture, I cannot live without my crutch. It is something I must fall back on, and I must watch Daisuke and Satoshi, or Tooru and Yuujirou, writing stories about my fantasies, and reading smut. I cannot remember what I did before this, so, don't be like me. Don't become addicted. It is something you will regret.
BUT I LOVE IT ANYWAYS!!!!