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I can't help but doubt therianthropy is any more real or valid than anything else I've believed in. Lately, I'm reminded it may well be like the rest, imagined, hopeful fantasies, wishful dreams to make this life more bearable. The mist is fading. Mirages don't last forever.

Pretty much. Yeah. :⁠-⁠P Enjoy your sportsball today, whoever is interested in that kind of thing. youtu.be/_kJxWOehmRo?...

Google Assistant used to be able to do a significant number of tasks on device. Then they made it require a network. It still had improvements. Gained continuous conversation mode. It was actually useful. It was AI before it was a marketing buzzword. I'm disappointed Google is trying to replace it.

Matthew 5:7: Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy James 2:13: For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment Luke 6:36: Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful Matthew 9:13: I desire mercy, and not sacrifice youtu.be/Lk1m5Ebi2Cg?...

Ever feel like just disappearing? I've felt so insignificant lately. Nothing I do matters. Everything evaporates. I'm tired. I'm running on empty. I try to keep going, but I'm not sure I can keep doing this. It's all so lonely. Watching friends fade, people die, & never having anyone with me.

✨️ tired ✨️ cat art

Today is my sister's birthday. She died like a week after this day 11 years ago. Better to remember her birthday, I suppose. So many are gone. I miss them.

I've been in a sad place. Feeling sad. I can't get past it. Things are just off. I can't. I'm tired. Why is everything so, something? I've lost hope. Faith. I try. It's just so hard. The loneliness. Sense of things not working out. I don't want this to be, how things are. Blind faith gone. Longing.

I'm feeling depressed. I had hoped for a better Christmas. It's my favorite. It doesn't feel much like Christmas though. I'm tired. Stressed. Lonely. Very sad. Hope is frail. And I've somehow hurt my back, again. Again, I want to curl up. I can't. Can't keep going like this. I'm tired. But I go on.

I got a call as I was driving home after work this morning. My father died shortly before I left. So yeah. I wish I could curl up and hide. But life. I'm just going to try to get through the day.