[Journalng](Day 16) Okay guys, what is going on. Napoleon is RIGHT at the borders.

I hate sundays

Like I don't hate them like mondays but I hate sundays for sure

There's something about them being so painful to me

I'll start off at the beginning

Got up early, before 10

Started working, or at least I tried to

Every time I open up my classes, there's this nagging feeling of never being enough

Because I know I ain't perfect and I know I'll never be, so what's the point

But then there's also the "you have to try" part

leading me into this awful spiral of "if you don't try you'll feel bad but trying is useless and so are you."

Have I mentioned how much of a good time I'm having?

I worked till like 17 where I went down to grab some cheese at the nearest grocery store, then came back to try and work. I got interrupted by the weekly parental call. Fuck off.

All that to end up at 1900 losing it and starting a game of TF2.

Yep.

I was very unproductive.

Fuck me.

And I let myself know that pretty well.

I'll end this day with some blood stains on my desk and even more blood in the bin.

Today brought me a chatgpt jailbreak and chest pain. Sometimes it's not that I forget how to breathe but my body won't let me.

It is in pain and despair that I end this post. Tomorrow will suck. Mondays always do.

Good night, lone reader. May your weekend have been nicer than mine.

We welcome you to the second chapter
Thanks for turning the other page
We acknowledge you as the only reason
For the progress that we've made
You're a constant reminder
We came, we saw, we conquered
Everything has come so far from where we were before
We'll keep this short and sweet so I'll get to the point - Fast Forward to 2012, A Day To Remember

Laporte, signing off. Dream of sweet things for the both of us.