(8/7/25)

I don’t really know why I’m here. I don’t know anything about computers or the internet or methods of doing anything. Tomorrow I’m working late shift again. I found out yesterday that my name is on 20 of those people-finder sites and I can’t get into it right now because I’m very tired and it’s past midnight so now it’s technically the 8th but I am terrified and small. I don’t like knowing that I don’t like knowing that it is real. I want to simply ball up or leave, go somewhere, live in the woods and eat fungus and wild berries. I hate the internet. I want those cookie-cutter sharks to never stop biting holes into fiber optic cables. They are fighting the good fight.

~clancy