Last two month's have been like a daydream. I've been sleepwalking through most days due to the medication I'm on and doing the usual,game,study,write only now I Llst my job and honestly cannot tell you why, my boss seemed to be about as clueless as me. Don't care tbh and if anything I at the very least am less likely contract the illness and end up unintentionally bringing a end to my dementia and heart condition ridden father.

This forced self isolation due to the disease hasn't been kind either, this much time to myself has made it impossible to not be tempted by old self destructive tendencies although the meds seem to be working in that regard as my hollowness has prevented me from being relieved or desiring by these acts......idk though, feels like everything is just being covered up like a emotionless mask and the drug has just made me a husk.........Self pity aside I'm doing alright and am enjoying practicing some bushcraft and other crafts due to my ample free time like brewing alcohol, tracking animals, whittling ect.

I hope this crisis will end soon as I feel like that kid from Junji Ito's army of one only with more playing with fire.