DAY 14 >w0

i don’t even care about keeping track anymore. it’s just whatever the hell at this point LMAOO. i’m thinking of making other blog posts besides my diary entries that are more like vent posts than anything. live a more fruitful life and spread knowledge on the internet space, you could say. i’m less insightful than people claim i am.

there’s so much work piling up i don’t even know where to begin. at least i get to spend time with my friends, but emotional impermanence is a bitch. i just got off roblox with them and i feel empty again. it’s nothing unusual to me, and now i can recognize that i’ll feel something again the next time i talk to them over voice call.

i’ve been checking [redacted] obsessively, whether there’s any new updates on the items. [redacted] might get there first, and [redacted] finally has the tracking number available. i haven’t seen an update on [redacted], which worries me. i hope it gets there on time.

there’s much more, but that would be best reserved to a bulletin. see you next time!