first page, why am I doing this.
I decided to do something of this genre because I think too much, it's almost overwhelming. I think until I get headaches, until I want to bang my head repeatedly against a wall to drown my thoughts in physical pain. so, I might as well copy paste them into some weird platform no one uses anymore and put it on the plate for everyone to see.
but let's start off easy. how was my day?
I woke up at 9:30 with a headache, I'm not surprised, anybody would if they went to bed at three for literally no reason. anyways, I didn't do anything all morning, ate, went out with a friend. we didn't do much, I forced her to make the chika dance thing with me cause I want to do something dumb I'd regret in two minutes. I did regret it. I fed my undying thirst for a monster energy and went home, had dinner. pretty boring day. my life is pretty boring, actually, so I try to compensate with my looks: baggy tees, baggy cargo pants, vans tied too loose for a human foot to comfortably sit there. not one but two chokers, Gerald of Rivia's medallion, a necklace with Lotr's ring and yet another necklace with the 5 yen coin, in case some other fellow weeb notices it and throws a noragami reference at me. dark hair with green ends and dark makeup. speaking of which, I tried eyeliner but I was far too dysphoric to go out with it. I feel too dysphoric to do most things, really, but I try to do them anyways, and here I am, emotionally numb, haha.
it's been a while since I last wrote anything. years, maybe. sometimes I try to write something in my notes but I never finish anything, same thing with drawings.
I can't believe I have to go out again tomorrow. give me a break. from anyone. I just want to be alone.
if you know me personally, this book/journal/rambling thing/whatever might surprise you, I try to hide all this when I'm with people or joke about my weird mind so that you might find it entertaining in some way. unless you're a very empathetic person, in that case you might want to cry when I joke about, well, me. or not. I'm not in your mind. speaking of empathy, how is it? I'm pretty sure I had it sometime in my life, I just lost it, when? I don't know.
I've reached the point where I'm just throwing thoughts on my phone keyboard. what is this?
anyways, that's it for now.
I'll upload another part if something comes to my mind.
stay thrivin'.
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Diversoslike a journal, I guess? except that someone will read it. I think. do people even use wattpad? whatever man. I'll write chapters probably at night, it's all going to be true (uhh~ real stuff) and pretty boring, it's going to be about my day. like a...
