Dear diary (readers), the date is 03/25/24, and my mental state is a -3.2. Hello again from this dead beat dad that is not so dead. I'm currently lost in the grocery store trying to find the milk (motivation). I have contracted a sickness (burnout), but fret not, for the fruit loops (voices) have spoken about the cure (SCP-49) to me, and also where to find the milk supply... I must venture into the the room that lies beyond the glass doors, and relearn the meaning of meeting deadlines and being a present father...
(ch 6 sucked so i rewrote it and it still sucked so i rewrote it and now im editing it so hopefully it'll be out sometime this week.)