Hall of Fame (TW)
Reflections. I've come to realize the value of a journal in that you write down what you're thinking about, and in a sort of way you write, or in this case, type it out and as a result process what you're thinking about, or try to process it at least, and as a result, it'll be my best effort to update this diary of whatever I'm thinking about whenever it may be happening, in order to have some clarity of thought, I suppose. Perhaps relating to potential goals I may have, or literally anything on my mind. Trigger warning is up to be better safe than sorry, generally shouldn't be posting anything really explicit here. Let's see how long this lasts.
I suppose one could say I've failed the last few days. I've been seeking a job due to the excessive amount of free time I have, and I went to interview and believed was under the impression that I did alright, however I received no feedback afterwards. I'm not sure if I wish to bother with it anymore. I've been doing very little, I understand that I should be occupying my time at least doing something stimulating, such as reading, learning, whatever it may be. I just haven't been doing that, though.
I need to reestablish my priorities.
An uncertain future, free, or a caged reality blessed by one's own ignorance? The world is bleak, and it's much easier to live in the confines of the prison than to do otherwise. Once the choice is made, you realistically can't go back. Choose wisely?
Show me your friends, and I'll show you your future.
What if your friends have left you and moved on while you were away? What if you essentially ghosted the friends you made, and now it's deemed to be too late? What if you were to block yourself off from the world, having minimal contact with anyone real? Do you become nothing, just fading away in the memories of others?
