My chest sorta hurts.

And I have a random bruise on the outside of my left thigh.

I think the major flaw in my personality is my obstinacy.

I have no intentions of ever changing my personality. I like the way I am.

It's snowing.

I finally took the air conditioner out!

I guess I'll clean my windows next.

From the moment you are born, you are the culmination of your parents' dreams and aspirations, their hope and their wishes.

Thank you for telling me that you're proud of the very minuscule and obscure accomplishments that I have made, which I myself have no pride in.

But as your offspring, I apologize for being a culmination of failures and insufficiencies.

I would rather forfeit than fight a battle I know I'll lose.

Life, too, is a war.

Just discovered that I've developed motion sickness.

It breaks my heart when I heat up food and it sounds like it should be really hot, but by the time I take it back to my room and eat, I find that the center is cold.

Can't feel my toes. Need to wear socks. But I don't like socks because they make my feet feel confined.

I suppose I should take out the air conditioner from the window. Maybe the little space between the window sill and AC is why it's so cold.

It's already the later half of autumn. I'm a little slow, aren't I?

But it's so heavy and I'm so weak. I'll do it tomorrow.

It annoys me when people complain about not having a significant other and being lonely. I've never had anyone like that. It's natural to want a mate, I think, just based on instinct, but after years of never having a single person I was interested in reciprocate my feelings, I feel like it doesn't matter anymore. My feelings are either swept under a rug, or I would be lowering my standards. Likewise, I've never instantly fallen in love. I've always chosen my feelings. For me, there is no gray area, and I have never been in the white.

The feeling in black is absolute nothingness. To the extent where the idea of being intimate with another person is now so illogical and preposterous to me that I would immediately dismiss anyone. I will never know what it feels like.

I don't feel empty.

I feel completely detached.

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