22 in the Afternoon

 I’d feel bad for not writing for so long, but what’s there to feel bad about? Our world is burning, our lives are ending, and our souls are yearning. What a dark start for an update, although I’ve been doing well. It’s been so long, and the last time I wrote something, it was my birthday. I kept contemplating what to write about; I had too much going on but also nothing at the same time, until now: my laptop broke, I have no decent phone, and an aching stomach begging me not to hold in a cry. I don’t even know why I want to cry. So I’ll start with the boy I met, fell for, and then kept leaving and running away from, until I realized it was a lost cause. I wouldn’t say I fell in love, but it was quite a connection—I keep falling for agnostics and atheists. My hatred for the society surrounding me keeps getting me into situations with idiots like him. And to be quite honest, I don’t feel bad about what happened. I guess this is the moment I’ve been waiting for for a long time: I am ...