KamiPilled

Long day. Worked today, was off yesterday but it was so wildly uneventful that I didn't have anything to write about. I've discovered that the suicidal thoughts, disassociation, etc. only start when past 10pm when I'm working. This isn't really great since our bar closes at 12AM at the earliest. More often than not I end up having a fairly good first half of the shift and come back after my break absolutely miserable and unwilling to talk to anyone for longer than 30 seconds. Morgan is a good exception though, I reckon I could be really good friends with him if I was in a better state. I'm not though. I'm so tired. Not physically, or even really mentally. I find myself talking to myself as a form of therapy as if I was explaining why I am the way I am to someone else. It's really hard to stay positive when I have absolutely nothing to look forward to or leave bed for. But that's neither here nor there I guess.

Finished work today and went to the Dive (my old bar). Some of the Dart crew were there so despite them all being significantly more intoxicated than me, and despite me feeling an extreme sense of distance between myself and them, I still went. They were all very drunk but such is life when you work in a bar I suppose. I didn't drink much but I drank enough to message Her. I don't even really have a solid grasp on what I sadi to Her, but I'm sure she'll see it and hate it. She's on Snapchat but not opening it, which I can't help but feel is a very deliberate decision. I think messaging Her was prompted by seeing Maverick and 11, and Rooftop and Carhart together. I just wanted that. Nothing too major, just something nice and domestic. But alas, I suppose it was not in my cards. I reckon I should do a tarot reading for myself as I'm phenomenally unaware of where my life is going but something needs to change. If you've read this entry and a few of the entries prior you may have noticed I use aliases for the different people I find myself around. Not entirely sure why I do this but it just feels respectable I suppose, I wouldn't love being named by some random autistic kid in an adult's body in their self obsessed internet journal, so I'm sure they wouldn't either.

I'm trying to quit smoking. To help with this, I've bought a vape, like a proper refillable one as opposed to yet another disposable that litters my desk. I'm not sure how well it's going to work for me, but in the long haul it will be extremely cheaper, so that's a plus. I've got one left in my current pack, so I'm going to try to not buy another when I finish it.

Outside of that, not much to say. Started replaying Wasteland 3. Made my character a sniper build because it's my go-to in any RPG. I miss shooting a rifle. Despite having genetic tremors I'm actually a crack shot, though I hate hunting. I'm too empathetic to the animal. Not that I'm vegan or vegetarian, I'm perfectly capable of eating meat that was specifically born and raised to be put on my plate, but I have some form of twisted morality struggle when it comes to the prospect of either killing the animal myself, or killing/eating an animal that was simply living within the wilderness. That's all I've got for this one. Thanks for reading.

Worked today, it wasn't bad I suppose. Largely uneventful the bar was dead. That being said, I was on floor instead of the bar today which was a change of pace. I enjoyed it and said I did so I'm sure I'll never do it again. Watermelon was in drinking as she had finished her shift as I started. I keep telling everyone that I don't have feelings for her anymore, I'm truly uncertain if this is the case. I reckon I do have feelings for her but they're incredibly hopeless and I know that the feelings I have for her aren't the same as the feelings I had for Her. Her was truly something special to me, I don't think I've ever been understood by another person quite the same as I was understood by Her. I don't really know how to carry on without Her. It makes talking to Her really really fucking hard, despite the fact that she's the only person I want to talk to anymore.

I saw that V and Two split up. It makes me feel a tiny bit better about the fact I slept with V when they were still together. I haven't seen Two since they split up so I'm not sure if he's going to kick my ass. It's deserved if he does. That's alright I suppose. I haven't talked to V since we slept together, I'm not sure if it happened because we were both really fucking drunk or if they actually want to be with me. I don't think I want to be with anyone. It's hard to leave bed when I don't need to.

I spent much of today and last night thinking about 2019. I reckon it was the last good year, and the world has been on a steady decline since. I've made a series of terrible decisions that have led me to where I am now and I don't know how to dig myself out. Her tells me that I can do whatever I want to do, I simply don't have the faith in myself to make it happen. Is that not reason enough? Again, uncertain. I think I'd like to leave the United Kingdom. For a while I felt like I belonged and everything made sense. I definitely do not feel that way anymore.

I've got a guestbook now if you're interested in leaving a comment, I'm sure it will sit untouched as nobody but I and Remy have read my posts, possibly Ame, but it's a nice thought. The link is here or on the sidebar. That's all I've really got for today, not many actual formulated thoughts as I spent the majority of it disassociating or daydreaming about a life long gone. I'll try to continue to update daily but I'm not sure how strict I'll stay to that. Cheers.

Today has been incredibly uneventful, although I've played a lot of Spore. It's my second day off from work today but I'm back at it tomorrow. I intended to have a very eventful day today, even fantasized about going into town to get my haircut but these plans have not come to fruition. I accidentally stayed up until 7AM playing games and listening to music with friends from North America which I suppose has led to my inability to do anything except rot infront of my computer monitors today. I do still need to do a load of laundry. What an eventful life I live.

I still don't really have any food to eat in the house so I'm getting Japanese food delivered. The "sushi" part of the title was a bit of a lie. It's takoyami and a ramen bowl, but alliteration works better as a title I reckon. I'm okay now but I'm sure when I'm eating it I'm going to feel quite upset. I've got this terrible habit of doing and saying things that remind me of Her and then experiencing either disassociation or suicidal ideation later when the feeling of abandonment and hopelessness sets in.

I've uploaded some screenshots of my spore shit to my file.garden here and here if you're interested. I'm really happy with how this run is coming out, especially since I've never actually sunk a lot of time into playing the game of spore instead of just fucking around in the creature creator. If you play it as well, you can find my creations on the sporepedia under "dogwarden". I've got some funky dudes, look for Wurble, they're my favourite.

That's all I've really got to talk about today. The whole day has flown by and I'm not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow, but that's how most of my days off go at this point. Sayonara.

I have a new website now. I don't know html5 coding nearly as well as I used to as a teenager so this is just a template that I've rippped. C'est la vie. I may make adjustments to the site as I own it for longer and longer but as of right now it's going to be as basic as humanly possible.

I'm mostly making this so I can have a webdiary, homepage, and linktree. I don't really need it as I have no online presence but it's nice to have something thats mine I guess.

That's all I suppose. I'll do more later. Au revoir.