Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


10. Wednesday, May 13th.

On an actual serious note, I think I'm becoming better at socializing. I no longer find myself looking for escape strategies or excuses to get out of social situations, which is good. I also did a nice thing today. Go me.


I can't tell whether or not the smell emanating from the end of my bed is wet dog or ocean breeze. I have the sickening feeling that it's the combination of both, and yet it smells nothing like the result of a dog actually going into the ocean and getting wet while there is a nice breeze going on. It's confusing, and I feel lied to. 


My emotions are currently murdering me with all the grace of a flailing lemur with a blunt axe. If there is no entry tomorrow, it is because I am bleeding out in a pool of blood, angel grace, and tears. 

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