I never know how to start these things.
The last half of 2025 was excruciatingly painful, much like the beginning of 2026 was. I’m not doing well. My family feels like its falling apart and an illness is plaguing us. I’ve not been working since november to try and keep up with everything.
The world feels like it’s also falling apart. Is there any good people left? Honestly, after today, it leaves me wondering. I’m very strong on justice and the lack of it just... depresses me. We’ve been conditioned to believe a superhero, or a band of them, would rescue the world before it explodes... and how I wish it were true. I wish there was someone out there with enough love and leverage to end the horrible things I see every day. I always thought the most evil acts were learned from and not to be repeated. How wrong I was. The truth is that I’m heartbroken and nostalgic for a world that never really existed: a world I thought was good at its core. Instead, the richest people in the world hold everyone hostage. I’m tired.
I’m tired of the world.
Tired of illnesses.
Tired of living.
- Trellia “I still use the internet like it’s 1995.”
