tired.

I'm not a particularly interesting person, I know that and every time I write I try to keep it in mind. Nothing I am saying right now is particularly new.

I am tired.

That's it, there's not much else to say, I am exhausted.

I've been "locked up"[1] for more than a year and a half, every piece of news I read nowadays is another ridiculous and enraging word salad, things like "Make believe magic coin is burning the world", "Huge funeral arranged for known pedophile, the country weeps for him", "Pandering: the left cheers, nothing changes".

I've made a game which I didn't release, I started pottery, I wrote, I read very few books, I started working out, I quit my job, I studied, I got drunk in my room and I got mad at people disrespecting quarantine believing myself to be better than them, I've taken self portraits, I've taken courses on storytelling (as you can see I'm still not good), I've tried thinking more about others and less about myself ¿kinda ironic?

Its turning out to be really difficult to even think these days.

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