I had a mental breakdown earlier today. Well, it's been 3 years. 3 years since I started Scratch. Not too much to show for it, but at least I have my friends. My friends. Yes. I have my friends. School started some time ago, and since then my mental health has been deteriorating. Very unlike last year. It feels like all the joy and whimsy was sucked out of me and replaced with soulless slop. My passion grew dim, and then... it went out. I stopped caring. I'm sick of AI. I have to stare at AI-generated images and posters all day and listen to an AI-generated song every day I come to school. I feel empty inside every time I have to look at something made by an algorithm. School lately has just been crushing me with projects. Procrastinating or not, they're on my mind until the end of the day. On top of everything else, it just made everything worse. You'd think that I would celebrate my 3rd year on Scratch? Not this year. This year I get to labor away at my computer doing meaningless stuff every day! Yay! :D Then, I had a seatmate in class. She was a girl. Very sweet, quirky, funny sometimes. Very talkative and active, and fun to be around. I liked talking to her, and she liked talking to me. Nothing romantic by any chance, we were just becoming very good friends. For once, going to school every day, I had something to look forward to. A light in my life, I could say... to forget about all my problems, and just talk the day away... . . . But then I woke up . I'm (Just so you know, I got better after this but I still need some time to fully recover.)
