Coming Up On Empty
Feel free to skip it.
If it isn't at least three paragraphs, it's not getting posted. Which is a really silly thing to be hung up on, still. But here we are.
I am currently just... upset about shit. When it isn't a topic that has been Bozo Bit Flipped, it's stuff reserved for the therapist and requires discretion. For the Bozo Bit, I will post this one thing: Support Cara's legal fight against AI/LLM scrapers. Because fuck them and all y'all that still slop slop slop it up. I don't care how you rationalize it– it's like Harry Potter to me. Pick something the fuck else.
As for everything else?
I've just been upset. Background radiation, ambient whatsit, the dull subliminal hum that gets to the point where you just need to grab a pillow for more healthy outlet. You have several easy guesses why this is. The trick is narrowing it down.
I did take a moment for an overdue journaling session where I just write it all out. I had a good cry (one I've been trying to achieve for the past month) and then another one as I'm overloaded with how terrible I am, and I still haven't figured out how to use my big boy words for important things, and how I don't deserve the people in my life and I'm scared they'll get sick of my shit and leave.
...I feel a little better.
Next month is Birthday Month and I'm going to a rage room, I don't care of it's overpriced at this point. I'm where I need to just break stuff (responsibly; I don't to just leave broken glass and shit somewhere).
...And save the date for National Rage Week.
