Started putting my words into a “journal” on my phone.
Then I decided, what if I post them to the world? But really no one will see it?
Opposite of putting it here.
So if you want to see more updated posts… you can follow me here: https://x.com/aroyalplace
I might post here from time to time, but I might post there more frequently.
As the clock keeps ticking, I keep getting older, which isn’t fun.
As most of you know, I was supposed to die at the ripe old age of 18. I wanted to kill myself. Well, it had a hidden caveat. If I didn’t get into college, I would’ve killed myself that summer after graduating high school.
Unlucky for me, I did get in… I got in to the only place I applied. Yippie -_-
Now I’ve been forced to live my life the last 9 years… uuugggghhh why????
I keep asking “god” to kill me if “he’s” so real. But alas, he hasn’t. What a fucking waste of time.
I have no goals… mmm that’s not true. I want to travel. But I need money to do so… which means I need a job. That also means I want to do something that takes little to no effort but maximum output of money. That way I can do something so lazy but get paid more than I already do.
You might be wondering, “oh I wonder what they can do.”
I’ll tell you, it’s interpreting. I’ve gone to school for it. I’m actually really good at it. And it doesn’t take a lot of my brain power to do it. So it’s settled. Plus I get paid the big bucks. Hopefully, down the line, I can work from home. WHICH IS EVEN BETTER!!!
That breaks down the commute time and wasting energy, while putting more focus on using that extra energy to sleep more and to work more efficiently.
So yeah, I have to live this stupid life. Alone. Doing my own thing. I need to try not to think about being alone and lonely. But I won’t. My brain can’t do that. I’m not in a fictional world where I take a pill to get rid of loneliness.
Which means I’ll write my lonely thoughts here.
But you don’t mind. You’ll get all the fucking drama my life is willing to offer. Which isn’t much, but it’s enough, hopefully.
