life is meaningless
an intro of sorts.
Here's another diary from another distraught idiot seeking to spill their guts on the internet. I don't know what's going to go in here, to be honest, so I'm not going to be able to warn you about the contents of this thing, but I can sure as hell tell you about myself. You can do with that information as you will and maybe make some judgement about what to expect here.
My name isn't Tom. It's a name I've always liked, and a few people call me Tom simply because that's how I've introduced myself and they don't know any better, so I'm comfortable enough to adopt it as a username on this website.
Anyway. I'm not going to offer up my gender or age or whatever the fuck you people put in here because a; I'm not an idiot looking to be harassed and stalked like a mouse before a vulture, and b; I'm just a very private person in general. I guess my reclusive 'don't tell anyone jack shit' nature is what's driven me to do this in the first place, but I still don't want to reveal that information because it seems like a death sentence to me.
I have never been diagnosed for a disorder in my lifetime because I am not in a situation where I can do that, but I have read up on my disorders extensively and I can say fairly easily that I have some sort of panic or anxiety disorder, and maybe a disorder that can explain the odd changes in mood and outlook that descend upon me over the course of varying months.
I have never attended counseling. I am an ENTP. My favorite color is teal, I love to write fiction, and I sometimes have very increasingly weird thoughts.
Anyway. I haven't slept in about 32(?) hours and I've drank two redbulls in the past 45 minutes and I don't plan on sleeping any time soon. Who the fuck knows why.
So. Let's get this shit on the road.