sometimes i think my thoughts are not entirely mine.
that sounds dramatic when i write it out like that. like i’m trying to be interesting on purpose. but it’s not that.
it’s more like… i’ll reach for an idea and find something already holding it.
like a hand in a dark room that shouldn’t be there.
today i tried to remember what i was thinking about right before i opened my phone, and there was just this blank stretch. not forgetfulness. more like someone had already gone through and decided it didn’t matter.
i don’t know if that’s worse or better.
anyway. i had tea that went cold before i finished it. i think i liked it more that way.
roselia and i are having a lovely morning together. we're currently listening to our favorite song by a new artist we found. :3
i also decided to create a system of post formatting that aligns with my previous blog. i used to post about antisepticeye, one of jacksepticeye's ego characters, a lot. and i think i found a way to keep my love for him whilst still posting about my plushies.
so [MEMORY_LOG]s were created from that love and unbridled joy.
this framework is almost like a story that can change daily depending on if the [SIGNAL] becomes [CORRUPTED]. and if it does, you'll know...
