[Meizicht]

I don't even want to bother putting this in "diary format". Only reason I post anything is in hopes someone might see it. Some people do. Some people actually see if I'm alright ( which usually there's no need to bother. It's not like I'll do anything drastic; I'm too much of a coward to. ) which I appreciate.
Idk. I'm just actually tired in all ways.
Don't understand anything.
So much damn mess.
Ugh.
I can't even be assed to explain. Idk what the point of it is anyway. I've already isolated myself for a second time. How long is this going to last again, idk.
Well, it's my fault. I'm terrified of constantly choking on my foot. So I don't want to talk to people.
Kind of do at the same time anyway, but, yeah. Why take the trouble in making friends just to turn them away with my personality, when I could just not have any in the first place? That's so much easier. Especially when the people who matter the most to you in the first place don't really pay much attention.
Well, it's too much of a mess. Can't fix myself. Either I'll live like this or just not at all, someday.


Idc.

[insert diary format shit here.]


As long as I'm alive, it's just fine, right?