26 Years (Is this blog still relevant?)
Yesterday was Valentine's Day.
More importantly: yesterday was my birthday.
I am not 26 years old in the human world. At this point, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I'll be honest: I really didn't think I'd still be alive because of... reasons, but here I am. Again, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. It's difficult to process.
My birthday was... ok? I got some birthday wishes, which was nice, and I also had tiramisu cake; you never go wrong with that. But sadly, I almost had a panic attack because of religious fears; that's never fun...
Is this blog still relevant? I don't really know. I'm starting to give up on posting anything since no one views my Bluesky posts, no one interacts with me on Discord (and yes, I'm aware of the age verification thing and I know a lot of people are leaving), and writing these blog posts seems like screaming in the void unless you get very lucky or something. I don't know how visibility works on here.
What's even the goal of this blog? I know: No one wants to view constant negative stuff. No one wants to interact with someone who's constantly depressed and pessimistic, but anytime I try to be "myself," it seems like no one notices and I just get thrown under the bus.
Ultimately, I don't know what I want anymore. Maybe some stories aren't worth sharing, but if I could have anything for my birthday: it would be to feel safe.