My mind wanders

Hi.

I am so tired.

People say they are here for me, but I feel like I am a ravenous beast at the zoo, and they are the visitors. I hope I have a hideout at my cage so they won't observe me with this silent judgment anymore.

Nobody likes words, right? Reading is so unbearably boring. I can build a wall of text and stay safe behind it. Besides, quiet blogging is so old-fashioned. If the life is not performative, it's not worth looking at. And that's precisely what I need. Being boring.

You are probably looking in the wrong direction. Solitude and loneliness are not one and the same.

And I am not alone.

Never was.