ok one more thing.

a while back (i genuinely have no idea how long ago, time blindness is great) i
posted something on fedi about how i wish more of my friends had journals or
whatever, and i kinda still feel that way, just because it helps me to see
what's going on in other people's heads, what stuff they're going through. like,
ok, i know that everyone has their own struggles and stuff, but it's different
to be able to like, really look in and see what's going on in detail, y'know?
and it kinda sucks cuz i think some (definitely not the majority, but some) of
my friends kinda just, don't suffer from that many serious mental health issues
that warrant writing about this stuff. like, not that their lives are perfect by
any means, but all in all things are pretty normal-ish for them and there's just
not much to write about. i think pretty much everyone who has read my reality
log will say something about how it's relatable or something, and, i mean, yeah
sure i think there's parts of what i write that anyone can vaguely relate to.
and also there's definitely people who strongly relate to some of the stuff
here. but, uh, hm, where was i going with this, i don't remember. i guess that
occassionally people say what i write is relatable and i have kinda a hard time
believing it, cuz i just think, yeah pretty much anything can be relatable if
it's vague enough or if you interpret it as you see fit, or something like that

the thing is i know of some friends i have who are absolutely going through
shit. and i wish they had something similar to this that i could read. there's
one friend in particular who like, i know doesn't read this. she knows it
exists, because i told her lol, but she just, for lack of a better way to put
it, doesn't care. i don't mean that in a super negative way, like we're really
great friends, i just think that she's on my mind more than i'm on hers. again
not really a bad thing, and i genuinely have no idea where i'm going with this,
i kinda just wrote some stuff and i have no way to end this bye