i look back at this blog and it's unbelievably cringy and gross. diaries are like that i guess. when i read my sketchbooks... it'd be laughable if it wasn't so shitty. my life is a joke. i'm a failure. i was then and i am now. all i've done is disappoint people. use people. i'm a bad person. i don't think i can change.
i'm a husk. empty. already dead.
just so tired of being me.
