No one on social media cares about me, and I don’t know why. This includes my real-life facebook friends.
I suck at chess. I keep losing because of stupid moves. Like not capturing a rook that stupidly went for a knight that was guarded by my bishop. So, just losing the knight, and worsening my position. Stupid stuff that would keep the game even or in my favor, I just bypass completely. And usually after enough stupid moves I get sick of it and just resign.
It’s raining pretty hard outside. Not really hard, just somewhat. I have the window blinds open so I have a view out the window. My brother is playing Breath of the Wild on Switch (I so lost track of and no longer like the new Nintendo systems for the last two generations–no aesthetics. Gamecube was the shit. Wii was good but didn’t have any good games.).
I always feel like I have to go somewhere. I always feel the need to speak with someone. There’s no one to turn to. My WordPress persona is not a beloved one like some, like pretty words for ugly thoughts or mara eastern. I don’t know what differentiates me from them. They just get more likes than me. They’re loved, whereas I am not. That’s the difference, and it’s arbitrary. (If either of you guys are reading this, absolutely no offense or ill will intended. Just harmless jealousy–the superficial you-can-talk-about-it kind. No resentment.)
I have so much acne on my back. I wish vaping brought me joy. If it did, I would be set, because I do it all the time. Kratom is only for getting through the work day, I don’t know why I use it at home except out of habit and desperation for something to do. I had to beers so far. It’s 3:18. Arbitrary times are so artistic.
I haven’t read Pessoa in weeks. I just lost the desire to read. My mom doesn’t want me to increase my SSRI so I have to wait another week for this small dose to see if it has any effect before increasing. Stupid. The psychiatrist recommended the higher dose and I agree, but my mom is so coercive. She’s just a bad person.
Well, there. I told you about my life. Now tell me about yours. And then we can be friends.
This is never happening. My internet life is dead.