Hi. Hello. I've been gone for too long. I figured I should start writing again. The money I spent on this site would be wasted, otherwise.

My last post was on May. Since then, everything happened. And, at the same time, nothing really happened, which is good in a way. Because my most persistent memories consist of entirely bad ones. So, the less memorable things were, the better my life was.

It's also probably the least busy period of my life since I went to my first school. I slept a lot. Watched films. Read comics. And other leisure stuff. It's like a heaven for a while.

When I'm typing these words, I've always imagined my friends reading this. Maybe someday someone would find this, I thought. Although it's usually just useless rambling, I've never really let myself out completely in my writings.

It's like a curse. Spending your whole life hoping everyone likes you. Maybe it's just our primal nature for survival. The more people's feet you lick, the least likely they would hurt you. Or maybe there's something wrong with me. Whatever it is, I don't know how to stop.

I hate myself more than I wish I did. I think it all started when I was in middle school. A lot of things happened, 9th grade was probably the worst. That's the first time I skipped school just to cry. I hurt my friends both physically and mentally. I was just a bigger idiot back then. I felt so different, like a freak. Don't really know how to talk or even behave like all my friends.

The memories of those times shapes my personality for the better or worse. I'm still the biggest idiot in this entire multiverse though.

I'm sorry if this is not making any sense at all. A little high on caffeine and in a need of some sleep right now. I'm gonna end it here for now.