Dear diary It’s time to be dramatic again and write some edgy crap to run away from this emptiness. Hopefully few people will read it and some send a virtual sympathy signal. Worst case… I’ve wasted some time and made a fool out of myself. I’ll take it.
Reached yet another breaking point.
Time to rebuild it from scratch. But something feels different this time.
I may have no solution for the next round of combat with myself.
Have I lost? or perhaps trying was the mistake from the beginning ?