Even If Broken, I Am More Than Glass

August 17th, 2026

God, this day has already been nauseating. I’m in 5th period, so at least I have some time to write.

Recently, I've been getting more upset than usual. I don't know if that's a good thing because, on one hand, I'm finally feeling an emotion that connects me further with the rest of my species, but I don't want to be a hateful person; that's not something I want in my heart.

Sometimes (all of the time) I feel alien, different than the rest, just a little less human than them. But the thing that makes me feel alienated the most sometimes is my understanding and empathy, seeing things I can see that others can’t, or maybe they just don't bother to see; t897hats what makes me feel the most creature-like. Ironically enough, it is my humanity that prevents me from feeling human.

I miss my girlfriend. I don’t like pretending I'm able to write about things if I'm not actually thinking about it. All I want to do right now is to go back home to talk to Kate, bake cookies with her, and fall asleep to her voice. I keep things from her sometimes, not anything bad, but I don't want her to see the worst of me just like anyone else. I have my moments, but I'm not always doing the greatest, and I don't want her seeing me as anything less than my best, because even then, I can’t stand myself.