Huh.

I can't believe someone said insomnia/depression is fun. It's not fun at all. For those who have depression like me, you know what I'm talking about.

When you try to express yourself, it only sounds whiny and cliche.
But I'm being honest here, it's tough being some overly-polite loner. It's tough feeling as though no one really cares about your opinion or you in that matter.
I also figured out I have paranoia, which adds to my collection of mental diseases. :/ I can't really do anything without thinking "No, I'll make a fool of myself."/"Wait, that's not a very good idea." I realised everything scares me. People, some music... everything's a prophecy or an omen to me. I may also have some kind of insanity, if you care, ask)

but seriously, do people even bother reading my journals anymore? Does anyone REALLY, ACTUALLY, and TRUTHFULLY care anymore?
I AM happy, and summer's been awesome, but there's a heavy feeling in my chest every now and then, and it's hard to brush it off without having the urge to complain to someone about it.


On a side note, I have been drawing a lot (no fanart yet, sorry.), but I don't have the urge to complete most of them anymoreat the moment. :/

Hopefully my days will get better soon.

If you didn't read any of this, that's ok. I wouldn't read all this either.

Well, that's all for now. Byeee~~