I probably should have updated this sooner… Sorry, lol.
Honestly, I'm not doing bad at all. I’m back in my hometown for winter break, so that’s made “moving on” a lot easier. I cared about the “breakup” for like a week and now I’m honestly over the whole thing. I’ve just accepted the fact that I was used. And honestly, at least at the current moment, I regret even entertaining the relationship from the beginning. It was a bad situation and I knew it. It's honestly embarrassing that I let myself care so much about that pipe dream.
The one thing this has taught me, though, is that I do want a girlfriend. Most people I’ve talked to say Hinge isn't a bad option. Chat, is this true? Let me know.
She still wants to be friends and calls me; I think once she finds someone new to pay her attention to that will stop. I have no interest in being her friend. I don't want to see her get into a new relationship and I certainly don't want to be expected to listen to her talk about it.
I very much want to move on completely from this (unless she somehow gets her shit together in the next 20 days or so.) I've already spent way too much time and energy worrying about the whole thing. I’m looking forward to the next semester of school, but only because of classes. I don't want to deal with her shit when I get back until she actually figures out where she's at and what she wants.
Like I said, this was a bad idea from the start. In a way, I wish I never met her. I know I’d be happier now if I didn't. I think I was just so excited to want and feel wanted back. Now I know that though.
I have very little, besides that, to say about the whole thing. I have very little actual thoughts about it. I think I’m kind of numbed to it now. I spent so long caring about “saving this” and now I just don't have any more care in me. She doesn't care, so why should I?
I guess that’s the end of this entry. Slightly depressing, but I’ll keep moving on.

This entry started on December 5th at 12:14am. I then finished it on December 7th at 4:14am.
This is a random entry but I'm high and have a lot of feelings. This is also going to be incredibly short and vague.
If you're one of my only IRLs who knows about my site (J) and youre reading this for some reason, please stop reading now. It would only hurt you.
I would say something about “if the person who this is about reads this…” but I don't think she remembers my URL and even if she did she wouldn't care enough to look.
[START OF DECEMBER 5 ENTRY] Her (E) and I called it off yesterday (very recently, last ⅘ hours,) and I am not doing well at all. I am incredibly hurt and I am really concerned she doesn't care. That she's relieved. Finals are next week I have a speech in the morning. Since being medicated I rarely feel sadness- it's only fine, happy, or angry. But for the first time in a surprisingly long time I am genuinely sad. I make the best art when I am sad so… that is at least something.
I'm so tired i cant write anymore- i hope to finish this later.
[START OF DECEMBER 7 ENTRY]
For context, she wants to be single for a while. I honestly don't blame her for *this* decision; it’s the way she’s treated me because of that that makes me so upset.
It's been a short bit since that previous entry, but I feel better. We’re still talking… The morning after that entry I said it'd be best if we went no contact. I still agree with this; it would be the best for my mental health to leave her and forget this ever happened. I’m not going to get into specifics, it's barely my business at this point, but long story short… she used me. On paper, 100%, used me for emotional and housing stability. I was a rebound.
Despite knowing no contact is best I’ve continued to entertain her persistence to be “friends.” As douchey as this sounds, (and let it be on record that E knows this,) I have no want to be friends. I don't see her as a friend and I never really have. It would do nothing but sadden me to be her friend and watch her move on. So, as I said, I should forget this. But for whatever reason I said, basically, I missed her earlier last night. Though this is very true, I regret it. I don't think she misses me.
This is… cringe, but it is important to me so I'm sharing. I've been listening to a lot of Shep Gold’s TikTok. They've been helping me since the breakup. Earlier yesterday night he was live. I explained my situation, (missing her when I shouldnt,) in the comments and he responded with, quite literally;
“That's just pain, man. That's a lot of pain. Do what you want tho. Jeez.”
I know he’s right.
I also now have an immense amount of hesitancy about her because 1- she has demonstrated she doesn't respect me 2- i would have never done this to her 3- i really dont believe she actually cares about us breaking up, i think there's a huge chance she's more relieved than anything. And 4- there's a non zero chance that she's with her ex or found somebody new to talk to. She was out of my league to begin with.
She hasn't called me in days. That's a partial reason for why I'm fairly certain she has no interest in me anymore, beyond a “friend.” She has an obsession with her social relationships (keeping friends when they treat her badly, being upset when anybody dislikes her slightly, etc.)
Like I said, I'm not going to go into too much detail, but I will most likely update soon.
If we do break up expect a lot more writing, at least.
She still hasn't gotten her stuff from my place.

Two very short things:
1. If you live in the US PLEASE GO VOTE! Kamala Walz 2024 :)


stay mad facist scum

2. Life is really great right now. Shout out existence and getting better
Hope yall are doing well! ♥

Holy shit it's been 6 mounths since I've written in here.
To be honest I have very little to write; I'm currently in class. The only thing I have to say at this moment is that I am incredibly tired of the perpetuated idea that "suicide is the most selfish act a person can do." or that its "selfish" at all. I dont have a lot of interest expanding on this, to be honest. That is for no reason other than it exhausts me to define and break down something so clear and simple, especially when it is mainly reliant on empathy.
Hope youre all doing well.

This isn't gonna be a super long entry or anything. I just want to vent about this shit and organize my thoughts… The supreme court ruled today that Trump must be allowed to be on the CO ballot (or every state ballot, really…) I’m just really fucking sick of the united states. I'm so sick of rich people getting away with shit. Trump literally incited a riot that caused the January 6th siege and the supreme court, 1/3 of which was appointed by Trump, still overruled multiple states at this point, ultimately allowing him to run. It’s just fucking unconsitituional. How can a felon run for president when felons cant even vote? We are so fucked. I would write more but I have to get to my next class…Hope nobody is feeling as hopeless as I am right now.

To be totally honest I am starting this journal entry because I have to write an essay and I want to test how “difficult” it is to write 400 words. I figured I might as well make this test worth something so… hello website! I am fucking awful at writing in this online-journal and for that I am sorry. I have no real life updates, though I do want to say that I often find myself thinking of things to write about and telling myself: “I should write about that…'' but then I just don’t have time/am too lazy/forget/etc. Let’s check the word count so far… 109! Shit. This is going to take me wayyyy too fucking long. This paper is due tomorrow at 8pm. It’s on biological anthropology (as if I give a shit.) I haven't started it… obviously. I’m sure it will be fineeeeeeeeee.
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Today, while walking back to my dorm, I thought that I should write about my younger self because I was listening to the band that (kind of embarrassingly?) got me through my fucked up younger days. That band being Human Petting Zoo. I still love that artist and I would never deny that, but I don't listen to their stuff very often; if ever, sadly. Word check: 210.
While listening I thought about how weird it is that I can remember *so vividly* listening to one of their songs in my bedroom, probably 7th grade, in a house that I hated, feeling fucking awful at wayyyy to young. But now I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m in college. Obviously a good thing but… there’s also this weird part of me that finds the whole thing unnerving because it feels like it happened such a short period ago. It’s been probably 7-8 years since that time and it feels like it was only 3. I can’t say I’m “upset” about how I spent those 7-8 years… it’s not like this upsets me because I’m thinking “I’m getting old” or “I haven't made good use of my time alive” it’s more just that I don’t know why I feel like it was so recent.
Another thing with this, when I think about how old I am; in my head the first answer has always been “13.” I have no fucking clue why. I am most definitely not 13 and it has been YEARS since I was. I assume these two things are semi-related. I don't know.
409 words… that took me WAY longer than it should've… great.

Hello, all. I'm currently waiting for my next class to start so I thought I'd pop in and write real quick.
Life is going good, I think. I ended up being selected for top of my class by one of the best instructors in my major and I made "deans list" (which is truly not difficult) but I'm still excited about it. I have a cat offcially! I'm not going to write his name here but he is the best and I love him.
I miss my mom and dog a lot... my mom may come to visit soon tho, which will make me feel better.
I'm objectively at a very good place right now. Not working, only school. I have the best friend group I could ever ask for. I'm relatively healthy. My classes are going fine.
I am a little worried about math and science tho... taking both this semester. My math class uses a program called "R" for all of our calculaations. It's a data-science class. I'm doing alright with it so far... me knowing basic HTML/CSS is helping a lot.
I love my boyfriend

It's Dylan's birthday. He would've been 41 today...