The Diary Awaiting Oblivion (ENG) - 1/9/2025 an ordinary day of an ordinary person โดย athanasia(อาธานาเซีย) @Plotteller | พล็อตเทลเลอร์

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the diary of someone who never understood the world — even though he understood it well enough

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athanasia(อาธานาเซีย)

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woke up in the afternoon—took a shower, ate, read a novel

by evening—snacked, played games

by night—drew, and was about to eat again after finishing this diary

my life is boring, really. nothing special. just moving forward, waiting for death to come one day... but maybe that isn’t so different from the one reading this now

my thoughts wander again, but i don’t know what else to write

perhaps i can only say this: the rain falling now feels wonderful. i wish it rained every day when i stayed home, and the sky cleared every time i went out

if my future self looked back at me through this diary, what would he think?

‘hmm, i even wrote down something this trivial back then’?

‘at that time, i should have tried harder’ ?

          or perhaps “i” would simply say—“my life… wasn’t so bad after all?” ?