Oct 04, 2026 I don't know why I made this. I don't know why I posted this. Hell, I don't even know why I'm typing this, or why I'm up at 12:41 AM. I... don't know what emotion I'm trying to convey. I don't. I wish I knew myself more. I know myself more than anyone else, but even still. I don't know. But, for some reason, I feel obligated to say that I'm sorry. Am I going through something? Maybe. I don't know. If I could explain, I would. I don't like to make projects like this. I don't know why I felt so compelled to do so today, though. Must have reached a certain point, Ig. I don't know. Why do I keep repeating "I don't know?" Do I really just not? I feel like I'm talking to myself. And that makes me feel like I'm going insane. I know nobody is going to see this project. Maybe that's for the best. Probably is. Especially since I don't even know if anyone else can help me rn. I can work this out by myself. I already have too many times to count. That's probably not a good thing, is it? Oh well. Why am I still typing? I should be asleep right now. So why aren't I? Why am I still talking to myself like this? My God, I hate that I'm doing this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I am. I just wish I could keep being all happy and whimsical. I can't anymore. I can try on here though. Maybe I just needed this little non-whimsical project to get me back on track. Right? God it's already five minutes until 1 AM. Why am I like this. I just want to be me. Without anyone saying I shouldn't because I'm weird. I don't want anybody calling my interests weird. I don't want to be weird. I'm not weird. I'm normal. Just like everyone else, but yet just a bit different. But not weird. Nobody is weird. I'm not either. This is a bit of a vent now, isn't it? Well, if it is, at least I'm sharing it with trustworthy people, right? God, I can't believe I just called the internet more trustworthy than the people who raised me. And I really wish that that statement wasn't true. I just want to be myself. But I can't. I know I can't. But why not? It isn't weird. You may think it is, but I know it isn't. And now it's 1 AM. Wow. I'm just gonna go to bed. I'll check on myself in 3.25 hours. Maybe later. I'll be fine, won't I? Right? God I kinda feel like I hate myself. But I don't know why. I shouldn't feel like this. I'm a decent person. Aren't I? Are you still reading this? I'm sorry for wasting your time if you are. Please, go do something productive with your life, unlike me. Be better than me. Even though I still don't quite know what I did wrong for me to type this. Okay, meltdown/vent over. I'm sorry that you read this. -Cinny Oct 05, 2026 I still feel somewhat the same. Oh no, is this going to become a dedicated vent project? I hope not. But, then again, if it does, I won't have to post any more projects like this. Then again, I potentially won't get any encouragement or advice. So I might not do that. But I'll still try not to post any vent projects if I can help it.
Song: Mad World - Jules Art: Made by me. Probably one of my worst pieces ever. This is truly only a "High-Effort Project" due to how much I typed in the instructions.
