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25/01/25 Not quite a palindrome today, or kind of depending on how you look at it. Isn't it fucked how the internet just makes us all view each other as less human? It's evil.

30/01/25 Everything seems to me to be completely pointless. The world is a husk. People floating around with nowhere to go and no home. What's the point of it all? Even these words are not my own.

2/03/25 A whole month? How can that be so. Where has the time gone? My feelings are no better now than they were then. I am a cretin. Who is being entertained here? It's miserable. A shabby facade. Third rate surrealism. The ruse is up. I've been caught with my hands red, so to speak. Covered in blood. My blood. Not such a metaphor anymore, is it? Oh, but it still is. Don't worry, nothing's wrong. I'm just full of myself, is all.

8/04/25 Another month gone. Like water, or sand. Maybe I could make something out of this. Doing anything, it feels like clinging. Clinging to a cliff. Eventually, you will fall. Falling through time. That's how it feels now. There's nothing to hold on to. Soon I will hit the bottom.

11/04/25 It hasn't been a month this time. Still, I feel as if I wasted the day. I accomplished nothing. What good is a day where nothing is accomplished? What good am I if I waste a day? I suppose I'm thinking about impermanance. That is why you keep a diary, isn't it? Well, then again, maybe I am wrong about that. Why does one keep a diary?