Journal -- 9/19/2025

endless strings

All I have are endless strings.

You can’t save something someone is actively attempting to destroy. It is no longer a rescue mission, but a battle to engage.

I let another touch me and couldn’t face the world for a week—what now?

I can’t save anyone or anything, let alone myself, and especially us.

Sad exchange:
23:07
X: are we fighting?
23:10
Y: No and nev…