8:07 Sunday, 15 May 2022

Today I felt empty. It's been so long since I had a proper interaction with anyone. Small talks, that's everywhere. Deep passionate talks, that's uncommon. Some say it's just that time of the life where everything is dull and gray. This is probably the worst time to feel that way, on a Sunday.

That paragraph sounds more like a diary, but I already wrote it so who cares. I am so bad with confrontation, approaching. So here's my footprint, my breadcrumb. I exist and I let others know it. I rely on other's curiosity and wonder. So, go satisfy that curiosity and reach out to me, to others like me, to people with limitations in their mind. Social anxiety.

I'm very bad at selling myself, as clearly shown by the fact that I haven't describe my own self in this letter. Though arguable, indirect description is still a description. Maybe I'm not meant to be in this part of the world. Maybe I'm not meant to be with anyone. But I'll give it another try, I am indeed a very stubborn person. Can't close the gate before I got in, I'll climb the fence if needed.

I hope someone finds my breadcrumbs. To follow, to interact, to make historical event (albeit very small scale). I'm just a small creature, living a simple life. I don't mind not making a huge explosion in the world, as long as my family and friends are okay, I'm okay. After all, we're only our own soul. But sometimes, that soul can get negatively impacted by the involuntary solitude.

I apologize if something or nothing I've written is false by logic and facts. Ideoligion can be different, thoughts and opinions can be different. I respect other's beliefs, I respect being corrected when I don't follow the facts. If any case I have wronged some aspects, correct me. After all, we're but a very flawed creatures trying to make everything better, small steps into perfection.

~ S