Dear diary
I guess this is my first proper diary entry, huh? I haven't really done journaling ever since I was a little kid, but I'd rather die than think about the cringy stuff i wrote in there. Today was alright, I suppose. It didn't feel very Halloween-y which was disappointing, I miss living back in albuquerque, since at least over there I'd always see trick or treaters and all that around halloween, but down here it's just. boring, quiet, dead. At least the weather changed fast, no one's been talking about it which is weird, but it dropped from like 18c at night to just above freezing in like a week. Isn't that strange? Me and one of my (kinda) irls both thought it was weird as hell, but I digress. Things have generally just been boring, I want to finish school and be on my own already, I need to stop being lazy and make art and music, but I'm too much of a perfectionist and I need everything to be perfect if I'm gonna put anything out. Things have been both weird and boring, but at least my dreams have been good. I love sleeping and I love being able to remember my dreams, sometimes I wish I could just live in them forever, never come back to the waking world. I've never felt like I've belonged with humans anyways. But who knows, my feelings about stuff are weird and hard to parse, and it's hard to tell what's going on anymore, I've just sorta detatched myself from reality, it's boring. But other than weird brain stuff, I'm doing good, so I think I'll end this entry here.
Your Friend,
Kaine
(P.S: it's pronounced "Kai-Nay", not "Cain", in case any of you were curious.)
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