finally installed the a/c in my room. if i'm going to be a miserable freak, i'll at least not be a sweaty one.
an elderly man named Hu goes back to college for his graduate degree after his wife dies. nothing much else happens.
Lost all his money on crypto
god, remembering how stupid the last act of this movie is makes me feel a little better. i may never have a published novel, and i'll never be as rich or famous as Shyamalan, but at least i never wrote anything as dumb as "Swing away."
current level of depression: i'm probably going to replay all the fucking Kingdom Hearts games again.
when i'm not miserable, i remember mitigating factors. i can enjoy things. it's a little easier to hope. but right now, everything is bad, being alive hurts, and nothing anyone says to me really changes it. sigh.
at least i can still post. ha ha.
the problem with existential despair is that there's just enough truth in it that you can't argue it away. the world is pretty shitty. i probably am a mediocre novelist. it does suck that i'm 47, broke, single, and struggle with building long-term relationships.
Anyhoo. Everything hurts and I don’t know how to fix it. Sorry to complain on here. Just kind of desperate to not feel like this anymore.
Starting to think, after thirty years of trying and failing, that I may, in fact, not be a novelist.