I've read the recent chapters, and this might just end up being me doing an over emotional blog. Who knows? They finally reach the ocean and eren doesn't even care. I want this story to have a happy ending so badly. Eren is my favorite character. I want him to find peace. I thought maybe Mikasa could bring it to him. That those two could find the missing happiness in each other, and put some peace in poor eren's heart. Now he's dying in a few years, and with him perhaps my OTP does as well. I became obsessed with this series, I sold my soul to this ship, I built a cage around myself. Watching eren like this....destroys me. I can only hope he is given the peace he deserves. A series filled with so much death and destruction, even when Eren reaches the Ocean all he can think about is the enemy. Why? I wish for eren to find peace, for all of them to live the lives they deserve. A world stolen from them before they were even born. I've caged myself in this series to the point where my own emotional status relies on it. it's killing me, tearing me apart from the inside out. I want to see a happy ending. I love these people. In them I see myself. It was a hope of mine that Mikasa would confess her feelings to Eren, so that they could find comfort in each other. Maybe there is still hope. I cannot say. I stand upon the precipice of my own decay, in a hole I dug myself, bound in chains I have created. I can only hope these wonderful people get the ending they deserve. I can only wish that eren shows his kindness, and makes peace with the world around him. Mikasa could finally be happy to. I put myself in these chains, I dug myself too deep into the franchise. I will see it to the end. But hear me out. I made A promise to myself, that if Attack on Titan tears me apart, I will make a bookseries that outdoes it tentfold! I will not lose hope, for my friends who feel the same way, I will make you something even better. I promise. Eremika will always be in my heart, just as our ashes return to the soil and become plants, I will rise from the wreckage I dug myself into and emerge stronger than ever. I feel so alone. So sad. My own sympathy turns against me. The clock is ticking. Time is short. I will not give up. For my friends, for my family, for this world. If I am shattered today, I rebuild tomorrow. I am so sad. so alone. I can no longer bring myself to smile. I wish, I hope, but no one will answer. Normally, I would just write stories. I needed to state my mind though. I'm sorry.