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- Feb 19, 2024
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Chainsaw Man is a manga I used to really enjoy. I've been reading it since 2020. Back then, after reading a bit, I caught up with the weekly releases during the end of the first part. After a while, I followed the releases and now the end of the second part. Of all the works, books, and media, I think it was the one I liked the most. I loved the art, the way the author played with the panels, expressing such a beautiful freedom. The cacophony of events and grotesque concepts. In recent months, I feel like I've become more and more apathetic towards all of that. The story no longer gripped me, it didn't captivate me. The characters I loved so much, I no longer cared about them. And now with the supposed ending, I felt nothing. Disappointment, happiness, satisfaction, anger. Nothing. Maybe it's the quality of the story, or maybe I just can't anymore. My emotions are drying up, I scrape the floor, feeling glass dust under my nails, the burning sensation of searching brings me revulsion, but I continue. I dig and search some more, and find nothing, only the scratched ground, and my clenched hands. I'm still afraid, I'm angry, I'm disgusted by other things. But my satisfaction, my contentment and pleasure, are empty. Am I sad? Am I depressed? Maybe I'm not okay. I used to like Chainsaw Man, it was fun, it meant something. It used to mean so much to me. Saying this is becoming routine.