It's Hard Being a Human

I have chose to isolate myself.

There’s no many facets to this. I’m not happy with who I am, who’ve I’ve become. I’ve got to get better. Do better. I’ve become someone I don’t even recognize, or maybe I just didn’t want to until recent events? I don’t know.

I’m not so sure I’m at a good place to be around anyone. I’m angry and sad and guilty and regretful. I’m resentful of me. I’m resentful of people around me.

I just don’t feel like socializing.

I fill my time with blogging, and yes.. tiktok..lol. I fill my time with cooking and hunting. I go to work. I come home. Ive even cut my facebook down from about 1300 to about 400, and it’s steadily declining as I realize some people, a lot of people, are just there. Existing in my life with no real purpose to it. Nothing against them, but what is the point?

I’m not the same. I’ll never be the same. I wasn’t so great, so I guess that’s a good thing, kinda. But I miss my life even 3 months ago.