my book of regrets // rants

there she goes again

my heads doing weird shit. things are in the middle of transitioning into a new normal again, the same for a lot of people starting up school again.

and there's a certain user who had already spammed my comments, but then they did something so unnecessary it crossed the line of annoyance for me. so right now I'm being super bitchy to comments that are basic and repetitive, such as "same" or "me" because that shit is so repetitive that I get headaches from just clicking on the notification only for those words to load.

I know, I'm still fucking complaining, blah blah blah, but here's the deal.

earlier today I tried to delete this app just to clear my mind, but I felt deprived of the freedom to express myself.

and honestly, it's not from my actual stories, it's from this rant book. i have these drafts that are poems and notes that Ive written things about my family problems, and I can no longer look at them and add on them.

I know I should just get a fucking journal, but I've just felt my phone as this little accessory that I can't move without. and the little things that spark in my brain come along with me everywhere as well, so i just feel it as more convenient, if it makes sense.

I feel like I have only one friend as I'm isolated during these humid and unbreathable summer days. (fuck you makenna)

maybe it will be better when I'm open to my friends, but I still have a limit of outlets to be comfortable, and sometimes spit my stupidly "artistic" thoughts out. and so, they live here, keeping trapped in this app.

god that's awful.