toa-chan took over my brain for 12 hours solid

the accidental toa-chan marathon that turned my brain to ash

so there i was, waking up at 3pm (how did it even get that late??), and somehow my brain tricked me into a toaru-chan explosive session. one minute i was planning to watch my usual cat videos—harmless, fluffy, fluffy cat videos—and the next, BAM, 12 hours of just toa-chan's adorable face staring into the void.

yeah, twelve hours. and to be fair, toaru-chan's face doesn't even get less adorable. it's like eating moths but cuter. i melt every time—how could something be this pure?—but here's where the mental carnage kicks in.

i hit that sweet spot where reality stops existing, and i'm just floating in toa-chan's eyes. which, i gotta say, was comfortable for a second. then my brain went full existential, questioning everything—like, what if this is my normal now? what if i'ma totally fine with 12-hour face marathons?? crisis intensifies

the resolution was immediate: back to cat videos, which are at least 50% less sentient anime robots. i decided toa-chan's too pure for this kind of brain rot—i need to preserve her innocence, not melt into pure mush at her adorable face.

anyway, 48 hours later, i'm still thinking about my life choices. the cat videos are fine shrug, but the toa-chan stuff? yeah that's burned into my brain☠️.

so if you see me staring at anime cats for 8 hours, just know i'm on a journey. also, help?