August 01, 2025

It's been a strange day. The kind where it feels like it should have rained the entire time but no, great big sun in the sky like a giant fuck you. I mean, I can't expect the world to be as cloudy as I am, that's just absurd. Still, I can't help but wish for an angry sky right now. There's this folly inside of me that's got me on edge, like I'm either about to destroy myself or about to be born again. When I looked in the mirror today, for a second there I was looking at a stranger. A tired, really sad looking stranger. I didn't look again, just left her there in the reflection. One day, one way or  another, she'll be gone. And I realize, of course, the absurdity of writing this down. I mean what's the point anyway? These same thoughts will plague me when I try to find sleep. I thought it would help, and I suppose it isn't hurting, but really, what's the fucking point. I'm just driving myself insane more and more every day.