I have been a fan of Spirited Away ever since my cousin took me to watch it when it came out. I wasn't able to watch it for a while because I was busy, but my siser insisted we watch it a few weeks ago. After that, we've been watching nothing but Sprited away. So, naturally, I've decided that I should write a Spirited Away fanfic.
I have also decided to write a list of all my reviewers at the beginning of every chapter, so if you want to inspire me to update often and get your name on the list, please review! I don't think I will enjoy reading someone criticize me enough to make me cry, but I do enjoy honest reviews (even if they might not say that my story is the best, etc.). So don't hesitate to leave me reviews, no matter how long or short they may be!
Disclaimer: None of the characters or lines or settings that you will see in Sprited Away belong to me. However, if you try to steal my story, well, what I want to do if you do such a thing is too unpleasent to talk about.
Don't give up.
This overused phrase is every advisor's favorite thing to say. No matter what kind of situation you're in, no matter how hard and long you've struggled, they say, "Don't give up. Just hang in there."
This is how you know they don't know what they're talking about, or even understand what kind of trouble your mind is in. If they went through what you're going through, or if they even understood a little bit, they wouldn't be giving you such unhelpful "advice."
You start to distrust people who try to help you. No matter how many different people you turn to, none of them understands. If they don't even understand, how are they supposed to help?
It's reminds you of your parents when they are taking you somewhere. You ask, "Are we there yet?"
"Five more minutes," is your answer.
Five minutes later, you look out the window eagerly, only to see that you are nowhere near your destination.
Crestfallen, you try to tell yourself that nobody is perfect. Everyone deserves a second chance. You ask the same question, and you get the same answer.
And, five minutes later, you get the same reaction as you look out in the middle of nowhere. You try to see your destination, but it's too far away. You could test your parents again, but decide that being disappointed again will ruin any chance of you trusting your parents. So you don't try.
Maybe if someone who could say "five minutes" and be there by that time, came along, you would trust your parents again. Because you saw that not everyone is to be distrusted.
But no such person comes along. You never trust your parents again when they say, "Five more minutes."
This is not much of a problem. If you really wanted to know how long it takes to get somewhere, you could look it up on the Internet, after all. And as long as your parents can be trusted with bigger problems, you will trust them with most things.
But what if your parents continued to decieve you about different things? Your trust would probably be replaced by doubt and suspicion. If something your parents said were even the slightest bit unbelievable, you wouldn't be willing to listen.
Even if they were just trying to help you, you would think they had an ulterior motive. You would always be filled with skepticism and wariness.
Just as I am.
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