Making More of a Fool of Myself and Little Else
I guess that’s all I can say about this day, and likely about how the whole week will go. Then again, there’s not much else to say about most of my life, is there? Well, all right, there would be other things to say, but hardly any of them good in any way…
I sent another long message to Ami, who either way is terribly busy this month, to babble about some more worries that are either utterly stupid or utterly pointless… Or both… I guess it’s at least somewhat different from babbling about a game or some random thing I saw, but probably even worse. Who the fuck knows anymore? I sure don’t… And I doubt I’ll ever know or do much of anything again, at least not until there’d at least be someone to hold me through a night and tell me it’ll get better soon, it’ll be all right. Someone I’d believe when telling me that. And I can’t think of anyone who could do either of these three things. Especially the last one, since things never get better… They only got better once, and even then only to get so much worse later.
So here I am not doing shit about anything. Didn’t even read what I meant to today, didn’t even touch that games played page, only played a little, only managed to write a little late at night… Watched something, which took a fair bit of time, but nothing much came out of that either. Waste of time, space and resources. My days, me, whatever…
I was even planning to write two non-personal posts this week, because for quite some time I was barely struggling to have one non-personal one per week, the other being personal, but that’s obviously not going to work. Not like anything I do ever does.
