Dear Diary,
I'm honestly at this point more tired than anything. Like, I feel like I should be actually doing something? But I haven't really moved in like four days.
Backtrack. A few days ago, I left the house down south in the middle of the night without saying anything to anyone, and now I'm at my cabin somewhere in Montana trying to not give a shit about anything while also obsessing over every little thing.
I don't know if NK himself has anything to do with any of this, but at this point I doubt it. What's going on right now is such a mortal thing to do. So childish in nature. But I don't really have any room to talk, since I also act like a child most of the time.
But anyways yea I haven't really done a whole lot of moving out of my bungee chair with my laptop except to go to the bathroom and get things to drink. Yes I know that isn't healthy but hopefully it'll kill me before someone finds me here. One could only wish, though.
God this fucking sucks.
-Al
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guess who's gonna try to get back into this? (((probably not me lol jk)))
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Diary of a Depressed Nation, Volume II
RandomA continuation of the original Diary of a depressed nation. I don't think its required that you read that one beforehand, but it helps [[Updates are kinda slow]]
