Journal

Guess who had forgotten to write anything down for 4 months.

Ah well. Unfortunately, I will always be busy.

Always the storms that took me out the best.

It has been horrible lately. Ken left (although he is returning as I wrote this), John's body is still missing and he is getting replaced in her absence, Archimedes went missing and I have never seen him since.

What's even more disturbing is the fact that this new Medic sounds like him. I could've sworn.

Don't get me started on that creature... or whatever it is.

...And Mama's "death-versary" was 4 days ago, and I drowned myself in bottles because I don't want to remember anything.

Yet everything returns to the surface.

Mon dieu.

I don't know how much longer can I stay.

I tried to cheer myself up, but

Everything feels dull.

Considerably, I am thinking of deleting all of my previous logs. Some of them are just one short sentence. Others are just downright embarrassing.

The same thought occurred of deleting my old Strawpage responses. Sometimes I feel like I am a fool.

I need to remind myself to do these things when I return.

I do not understand why some people choose to interact and share harmful content. Do they never learn how to ignore, block, or in some cases, log off? It will ruin their mental wellbeing more if they keep indulging themselves in contents that do them more harm than good.

Perhaps they are the only way to cope, oui. But it is very unhealthy.

Especially if they make little to no efforts to change their ways.

There has been way too many things that happened recently. I am not going to write it here, of course, but it has been nothing but painful. I decided to take a break and deactivated my account, as I need some time to think and processing my thoughts. It is refreshing.

Today has been a good day. Taking some time off does work. Perhaps I should do more often.

I can't stop crying.

I miss John terribly.

Absolutely nothing interesting has happened today ever. Everyone dies, everything feels the same, and my friend treats himself to a wine alone—despite agreeing to make peace with me. Shame, shame.

The lion does not concern himself with ignoring certain people.

Cheater? Me? Hilarious utter nonsense.