Midding [yet another diary]// A collection

v. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it-hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends chatting up front-feeling blissfully invisible yet still fully included, safe in the knowledge that everyone is together and everyone is okay, with all the thrill of being there without the burden of having to be.
(Dictionary of obscure sorrows)

Here I am, left alone with my own thoughts, surrounded by billions of people.

Yet another diary about small, insignificant things and random, obscure thoughts.
It's about life and what it has to offer and what I am willing to take. A collection of poems, short stories and everything else.

TW: mentioning of death, suicide and abuse.