updates in Wolmiu land : no job, personal relationship imploded, i sewed a hat and had been too hasty to finish so the stitching is unseemly and i must restitch (such is life)
“nobody loves me” seems like such a peculiar grievance when love is such a luxury. but maybe i am too cold. nobody likes me seems to be a much heavier burden
i think i lack a hefty lot of discernment and a baseline sentience, i think that is my natural disposition. however, what is a natural disposition if not something to overcome