JOURNAL. July 2025.
saying anything (22.07.2025)
Very difficult for me to say or do anything lately. Black hole of melancholia. The feeling that nothing I can say or do matters at all.
I got sick (cold) a month ago and still have lung pain, should probably go back to the pulmonologist.
I had an idea I wanted to write something about recently, but completely forgot... Hm.
How do you make friends or become close with anyone when your social instinct is dead?
Oh! I have been meaning to make a zine lately. Kind of a pervert zine about technology, kind of a zine about perversion itself.
When I talk about needing friend, I particularly wish I had friends with whom I could discuss art/writing. It's easier to work on something when you have someone to share it with. My novel has gone untouched for a long, long time. I do need to go to that writing group more often... and get a laptop I can actually carry with me now that the old one is lame and must stay at home. But that's only weekly, I need to get into a real habit of writing.