Recently, I’ve been feeling rather depressed.
I’m not going to go ahead and self-diagnose myself, but that is the only thing I could think of that fits my symptoms. When I list them out, as well, other people seem to come to the conclusion that it might be depression.
Continue reading the last stage
For once, the lyrics I’m listening to actually match what I’m trying to write.
I don’t know if I talked about her before, though I’m at least 67% sure that I have. She’s part of my life and has been multiple turning points.
Continue reading i can’t be friends with you
Even I’m annoyed by my case of social anxiety.
It’s not all my fault, though. Yeah, sure, pushing the blame on someone else sounds like the worst thing to do, but it’s the only logical thing I can think of.
I’m not the most courageous person I know. I can only have enough guts to do anything when I’m with a friend or someone I know. I don’t like doing anything alone unless it’s something that can be done on your own (aka writing on the computer). I loathe human interaction. I would rather you kill me than have me walk up or call a stranger to do normal adult stuff.
Continue reading drinking coffee
I don’t care if you didn’t directly say it, ignoring it is already enough ground to claim transphobia.
Continue reading let me go, i don’t want to be your hero
It’s nearly a year since I’ve started this blog and I’ve only managed to put five entries in. Kind of tells you how boring my life is, really. I don’t have much to talk about because nothing I say is really note-worthy.
That, or I’m just really happy all the time and there’s nothing I need to say in excess – unless it’s something I’m really passionate about. Unfortunately, most of the things I’m passionate about are the things I feel negative towards.
Continue reading keep what you love
It’s been a very, very long time since I last wrote a blog entry — there’s no excuse, I’ve just not been doing it for some reason.
There’s little reason for me to share my life here, public on the Internet like this, but here I am. Maybe I’d keep more personal things out of these posts and put them in my physical diary. Continue reading i’m sure there’s nothing pure here