robosagogo

I'm starting to feel detached again, like I'm an ancillary character in someone else's life. That's probably because most people see me that way.

I'm disconnected from everyone I've ever known on any level at any point in time, ever. I don't even have a hometown anymore.

Of course, things could be much worse. I could be unable to cope with these feelings. I could be as hopeless and out of place as a marshmallow igloo in hell.

At least I can say I'm bored with self-contempt, and that I'm not going to do the same things again because it wasn't that fun the first around.

P.S. I don't miss meat and I'm proud of the fact that I'm committed to something that nobody else is encouraging me to do. I don't think it makes me a better person (I barely feel like a complete person to begin with), but I think I'm allowed to give myself some credit.