my burnout started to get a little better. will even try swimming classes as the final hit to shake off this depression and by having destroyed so much writings of my past, i developed this habit of creating paragraphs with a [vent] tag, which i let some time pass and i re-read and then delete it for good. writing isn't a medicine but by having typed 485899 words (that includes other stuff than [vent]) since 2021 i can't lie to myself and say it isn't a big deal. my last paragraph reads like this: "guess i should start reading my [vent] notes and start working for real in a version of myself which Giovanna didn't showed up". life sucks as an adult but there's so much stuff to be grateful for. including the non-dreamed but expected plot of decisions of the hottest baddie Brazil ever had since when it decided to separate itself from Pangea or if aliens were controlling DNA expression by micro-radiation burst, they certainly shouted from the cabin: NOW WE COOKED when she was conceived etc.

sky was great some days ago and the last filament bulb was swapped