March 13, 2025
I was just having a normal day at work, stewing in the monotony and disinterest of it all. I haven't quite been able to shake the ennui of the past few years. There's been so many changes with the world and also my person life. I often can't help but think of my younger self, who stared at the skies and dreamt of what could be, what was possible, the limitless expanse of the world and stars.
This is just another attempt at finding her. One of many. I've failed many times, or maybe it's all just been a long journey back to her. Or maybe I'm always wandering off and occasionally I just gotta find her again.
I feel like I'm screaming to the moon, silenly and with anguish. It seems like wishful thinking, but it's one of my dreams to just be able to touch just some people. Not pervertedly. Just to make someone out there feel like they're not the only ones a bit lost, lonely, and flawed.
But if it's just me, myself, and I -- may my future children see this and laugh at my emoness. Or find it endearing. Stay tuned, ghosties.