i hate this

i hate this

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Last published Wed, Mar 10, 2021

alone diary emotional emotions entries

I tend to spew out the most random, and often times depressing, thoughts out into the void of the internet. And I guess this is where I've decided to do that. There is no coherent manner to this "journal." Thoughts aimlessly slip into my consciousness and I will rant and type up whatever is on my mind at the moment to get them out there for someone to acknowledge, no matter how "non-poetic" or repetitive the sentences become. I don't revise or edit my entries usually because I typically just jump on here to release some pent up emotion in a form of colloquial writing and then immediately publish the entries without looking back on them. If you read through the entries, you might notice that even though they have titles on them that are supposed to lay out the general context of the entry, I tend to go off the original intent of it, and by the end, I'm talking about something completely different like "what the fuck are you talking about? 🧍‍♀️" I feel that when I do edit them, I'm trying to make myself seem "artsy" or "poetic" to a reader when I don't even consider myself as that, so all of the entries don't follow some sort of structure like a dramatic monologue. So, whenever I do update with something new on my mind, it's usually unpredictable when that will be. There isn't a clear schedule of writing, it's just whenever I feel like it. Will anyone even take a chance at reading this mess and randomness? Well, I guess I am instinctually expecting someone to read it since I'm literally writing this whole ass description AND putting it on public. 👁👅👁

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