#Entry2

[woman-moment-fr]

I like laughter, but I’d like to be a part of it

I have no friends. Yet. Well, technically I have one, and then my housemates are my friends as well I guess, though some of them are on thin ice. Either way it’s very lonely. I worry that I’m often making mean faces at people but that’s only because I’m holding grudges against the weather or shit music in clubs. I do wonder though, if that’s why no one buys me drink on nights out. 

I often sit alone in the living room, hoping that someone may come down to join me. Back home, I’d never leave my room, but here, it’s a great discomfort being there. In the past few weeks I’ve consumed any and all decent media Netflix has to offer, and still the only thing I can think about is the best way to say ‘hello’ when someone inevitably walks in. Sometimes they don’t though. I could wait for hours and hours and hours and see no one. Not a very fun or exciting Uni experience. Being incredibly poor also doesn’t help the social aspect, seeing as everything costs money. The whole ordeal of forming new friendships is also not that great but I can bear it, since in the long run it means I won’t spend most of my nights rotting on the couch wishing I had any sort of social life.

It’s a bit frustrating seeing everyone else have people. Even if it’s just work friends, you’re going out there and talking to another living soul and I’m still here, waiting for someone to invite me to go out. I’ve been desperately trying to get a job but it’s weirdly difficult. How is it that when I was 15, I had jobs handed to me where ever I went but now that I genuinely need money to like, live, it’s impossible to find anything. I just want to see and talk to people. Despite my crippling social anxiety and awkwardness, I am actually very fond of socialising. I’d love to go to parties and I love meeting other peoples friends. It’s scary but being around people is something I so desperately crave. 

I always assume that once you go to Uni, friendships are inevitable. You just meet people where ever. But it takes so much more effort. Maybe I’m doing something wrong. I do have a tendency to talk about stupid things and that are probably definitely not appropriate at times but I really do try to just be normal so what’s up with that. 

I’m tired of carrying this loneliness. I can hear other people, together, and it’s like looking through fog trying to find home again. I have so much to give. So much love and attention and care. I’m built for friendship and love. Whatever God made me from, it must have been something very broken. How can I be so perfect for love yet unable to find anyone to give it to? Bit of a sick joke if you ask me.

This is all very whiney, I’m acting as if my world is falling apart. I mean it is in many ways but honestly I just need to suck it up, I’ll get there eventually. Maybe I should start talking to strangers online again but this time actually become friends with them.

I guess growing up means getting used to chronic emotional damage because what the fuck my guy.

-Ana

#writing #entry2 #loneliness #befr

[veryunfinished]

aug. 13

I just sent my first penpal letter. I got 2 responses from people so I have 1 more letter to send out but it’s honestly scary to send them. It’s literally just me talking to a wall & then sending that to someone to read. So my personality in a very pure state... That’s awful. I tried to keep it short & sweet & not ramble but also still say things that could potentially start conversations. I don’t know how well I did. I had different version of the letter that I liked but I deleted it because it just seemed too much too soon. Anyway I don’t think anything awful will happen because of this letter so yay.

I haven’t really been on my phone in the last couple days because I had covid so if anything I had a movie on but I’ve just been laying around & sleeping. K has been texting me like nothing is going on. This is something that has always bugged me about her. When I am sick or upset she is awful at caring. I told her I had covid & she said the predicted “oh no” but then jumped into her plans of a trip to oregon. i didn’t respond. next day she asked how I was & talked about a hot barista she saw. I told her how I was. she said she’d been worried & in the same text started talking about her nipples. & then told me about a twitter thread she saw. then texted me pics of her baby. i texted her about how I was upset that after only 3 days I had to go to work tomorrow even though I still wan’t fully better today. she sent an emoji. & an hour later she told me her kid shit on the floor. I hate saying this because it sounds mean but it is always about K. I could be talking to her about anything & she will just change the subject so that we can talk about her. it’s not a nice feeling. sometimes I do it to her but that’s because I’m trying to treat her how she treats me. and if she doesn’t like it then she’d have to stop doing it to me. but also when it’s a serious conversation I don’t. but she does. 

I’m still kinda sick & i’ve been writing in the tub for hours now so I’m just gonna end it here but yea. 

#entry2

[themarvelstrikeforcediaries]

Entry 2, Day 219

My biggest developments are that I have completed the villains campaign (as well as Dark Dimension I & II which have given me a ton of resources) and I have unlocked Multiple Man (which made it possible to get through Doom 1-1).

Still trying to star up the Kree Minions, and right now I am hunting ferociously for mutant gear.

Not sure what to think about Gambit. His 1st ability move looks sick but the rest look like they could go either way.

Anyway, figured I’d update you guy(s).

Commander Nihil

#marvel strike force #msf #gaming #day219 #entry2

[synthesizedremains]

progress

#HAPPY THE CHALLENGE IS BEING ANNOUNCED LATE BC. LOL #when this comes up the entry2 game will also be updated with a new font so hopefully you can fucking read it lol #i just have to rerecord all of it 🎉

[codejailbreaker]

entry2 posting

so my intention with entry 2 was to combine the challenge with the elim aftermath/the urge to run away lots of them feel. if you stay here physically, then you’re also trapped emotionally in some way. so thats why codebreaker said ‘you can leave if you want,’ so when she finds everyone she uncovers where they are physically and emotionally in the same action/scene. so if you hide physically and continue playing the game, then youre admitting to emotionally having a lot hidden since you’re not physically trapped. which ties into a lot of codebreaker mindset and what the title’s meant to say, ‘the more you hide from me the more i will know about you’

#tags um!!!!!!!!!! #journaling #hehe

[real----alien]

//entry2//-: i want to share a ""drawing"" of my vessel^^#]

((<through this process i discovered i am not good at ""art"" >_[))

//[fun fact)(]/> it shoot lasers!!))][<

#alien #artists on tumblr #art #spaceship

[islandsoul99]

Entry2:

A wandering soul. A sad soul. A lost soul. Broken and all alone. 😔

Hope whispers…keep going.

[gabisjams]

Journal Entry2 : Summer Discovery

During these past few days on set of my team’s production I was able to have the role of PA, AD, Producer, and Cinematographer. My goal is to be able to try a bit of everything to figure out what position suits me best but I would still like to give directing a try since it was my first choice.

[theonethatslowlyfade]

ENG entry2: "Doctor..." "Oh, no. Felicita..." Bly lifted the mask and replaced it with a single gesture now perfected over time, wiping the sweat from his cheeks with the torn sleeve of his jacket. His skin rubbed against the patched and hardened leather of the guards. His gaze flickered to the obelisk sinking into the sand, followed by the more precarious buildings of Amarna. The huge chasm that he started. "We can't handle it here. There's too much sand." Hubert was holding the girl naked in her arms, and Bly had the impression that with his enormous strength he wanted to keep the two halves together. A long gash of her ran from chest height to below her belly, she was losing blood profusely. The Doctor knew that she had fought hard, facing the threat of Akenathon almost in close combat; he had seen her, too, how she had been thrown away in wolf form, how she had been trampled under the foot. Besides, it was his fault that a boulder of hers had rained down on her. Or rather, it was the fault of that unfortunate Monocle who hadn't calculated the risks: whenever! But time passed without taking into account his worried looks. They were all at the end of their strength, more than him - his gadgets were light enough not to wear him out physically. "Okay. If these are the conditions..." Battered as he was, he tossed his long leather trench coat to the ground, creating a barely level surface. He had an unpleasant déjà vu from the early years of the Civil War, but he recovered after a moment, pushing it back into the depths of his blue eyes. The girl was dying. He had no time to waste. "Hubert, put it down. Grayson, Raven, light a fire and bring me some hot water." Attached to his belt, he carried a sort of rigid case for surgical instruments, stored like brushes covered with a cloth. He bent down to the ground and unhooked it, unrolled it as best as possible to ensure that nothing got irreparably dirty, and took some pliers. He lit the zippo attached to the kit and put the tools in place, leaving them on the flame with the tips well away from the ground. "Guys, give her a drink. Quickly. Me too." Seeing Felicita sprawled on the ground was disheartening him. Nonetheless he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, bit off a glove and vigorously gripped the proffered bottle, taking a mouthful and using a second to precariously wash one hand. The other glove flew off. His knees trembled in the sand as he reached into Felicita's ribcage, looking for organs to feel to check their condition. Gods, the moaning of the young girl in those disastrous conditions sent a cold shiver down his spine. He gripped the tongs with his other hand and flicked them in the air to cool as he stared quickly at the mixture of living, pulsing flesh and blood. "Heart looks healthy. Left lung is fine. Right lung is collapsed…punctured. I can feel the ribs, some are broken," he whispered more to himself than to the others. Another thought of the war tried to force its way into his brain, but he pushed it away with all the mental strength he could. He located the major blood vessels and closed them with the mechanical force of the forceps; he would then move on to suturing at a later date. He applied six, then seven tools. Finally they gave him some clean cloths to dab the red tide with, and some water which he sipped carefully. Far from out of danger, the Doctor could have no mercy on her and her pain. Inside he felt like dying, but he plucked up the courage and like ice water, he tried to slam his face into it. The more time passed, the more his analyzes became barren of feelings. In the end he managed to do a good job; he stitched her up and readied needles and the tube for a transfusion, hoping that he would save her by pulling her out of the Duaat entrance by her hair. Exhausted from the operation, he was finally able to cross his legs, clean himself vaguely and focus his attention on the desert. The cold had subsided, but the tightness had faded as the day wore on. Now it was the middle of the night and the chill was helping him get rid of the sense of impending danger, which he didn't know would still be hidden in the sands.

#rippers #rippers resurrected #william bly #ttrpg

[readanoal]

Yes, reality often tormented me. And even more so the thought of not being able to change it.

-Oal (Entry2, 2021)

#writing #creative writing #writerscorner #writer problems #writerscommunity #female writers #writerslife #writers #writblr

[reikomizuno]

FFxivWrite Entry #2: Aberrant

The book snapped shut.

"She's late..." the older woman mumbled to herself, starting to raise from her chair, pacing around in the study. Her gaze trailed in the room, resting at the window, half blind to the snowy scenery. "It's not like her... She is never late," she continued talking to herself; it was a habit that passed from mother to daughter.

Fastened steps moved from one corridor to the other, paying no mind to the younger keepers giving her greetings, and they all knew to keep to themselves to avoid her wrath. As matriach, she was known to be stern with very little patience for loitering.

No knocks, the door slammed open, pale gaze staring at the unused bed, empty bookshelves, and half packed away clothing littered on the floor. A letter left on the desk.

"To Mother" the envelope read.

Short, shaped nails clawed at it, ripping it open, skimming only briefly.

"Mother,

As much as I am grateful to you and your education...--

-But your way is wrong, mother.--

---Surely I see-...-in the end.

I--"

Sound of the paper crumbling was the loudest sound in the compound. Though if someone could hear a heart shatter, that would come to a close second.

The older keeper took three deep breaths.

One.

Two.

Three.

Once the third one was done, the paper got tossed into the fire, a finger wiped a tear from her eye, and she closed the door after herself, leaving the room untouched.

And no one would dare enter it, till she deemed fit.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #entry2 #prompt 2 #my writing #writing prompt #writing challenge #reikomizuno #flashback #mother issues #rebel #aberrant #short story #fiction #my art

[findmevagabond]

7/4/2021. 17:20

Happy fourth of July. Today I wanted to go to a fair or some sort of amusement park, but I don’t have the money and there’s nothing around me that’s actually open to the public. Even though we now have a “cure” for the virus, and people are allowed to walk around without masks, some things still aren’t going on. For instance, the pride parade was cancelled again this year. 

I hope there’s at least fireworks where I live. I enjoy them. 

Last night, my boyfriend and I went to a party at a friend of a friend’s house. We got there around ten, because that’s about the time my boyfriend gets off of work. Everyone was already there, and had been since six. We only stayed for an hour and I’m generally not a party person to begin with, but I didn’t have the worst time of my life. The boyfriend did a keg stand, and I had left me camera in the car so unfortunately I couldn’t record it. I wish I had, though. His friend recorded it on his phone, but I recently bought a digital camera so that we could have all our memories in one place. Almost like a video diary, with some pictures thrown in there. I’ve been enjoying that, too. 

It’s the weekend, and on top of that a “holiday” weekend, so the library was closed for the past couple of days and won’t reopen until Tuesday. But I have to go into work early tomorrow and do the floor set all by myself, so I went to Barnes and Noble and got a new book to distract myself from the doom that is Monday morning. “The Thursday Murder Club” by Richard Osman. Haven’t started it yet, but it looks cute. The concept almost reminds me of another book that I really can’t remember the name of right now. But it was a Christmas book and in it there are these three elderly ladies that like to break out of their assisted living homes and wreak havoc. Anyway, that was a really great book. 

I got distracted. I wanted to talk about Barnes and Noble. I went there, bought two books and a puzzle and it amounted to fifty-two dollars!! Now I remember why I never went to book stores unless it was the used one down the street. They sell books for anywhere from twenty-five cents to ten dollars a pop. They’re the best and I hope they never have to close up shop. 

Another distraction, I wasn’t done with Barnes and Noble. While I was there, I saw the journal section. I love journals. I love them so much. All shapes and sizes, journals are the best. But I never use them, which is the whole reason why I started typing out my diary entries in the first place! Still, I wish I was consistent with them (or anything for that matter). Especially the leather bound ones! That vintage, homemade look is to die for. But they’re expensive, and the three things I got had already amounted to fifty bucks so I really couldn’t justify buying one. But I stared at them for a good fifteen minutes back-and-forthing on whether or not I wanted one bad enough. 

I didn’t. 

But maybe I’ll get one another time. You know, when I actually have the motivation to write things on paper. Which takes a lot of energy, you know. 

Well I can’t think of much else to say, so... 

Until next time, vagabond. 

#entry2 #diary #7/4/2021 #hello #i love you #candy #books #reading #i hope you read this #itsme #dear diary

[caguiat-kimberly]

Financial Crisis

This is one of the biggest problem that are facing the world, because of the pandemic that we are experiencing nowadays.

There's a lot of people lost their job, even the farmers they are affected. This pandemic is the biggest issue that are facing around the world there's a lot of life are lost. Financial crisis are experiencing a lot of people, some people cannot eat three (3) times a day or totally they cannot eat in a whole day because they have no money to buy anything that they want or a food for their family.

Some people do a bad things such holdapping or snatching because of this pandemic. They doing this because they dont have job, we all know because of this pandemic is its hard to find a good/better job to sustained the needs of our family. So they cannot blame them, because they only want to give food to their family.

We us a Pilipino we need to give and take or we apply the Bayanihan for us to survive this crisis even theres a lot of problem that we have.

#Entry2

[joannamarierivera]

F A M I L Y 

A place built through years

Of squabbles and tears

Though sometimes we may fuss and fight

In the end everything will be all right

Family ties are like spider webs

At times it trembles

But when things get rough

It becomes tough

Family stays true all the way down the line

And I couldn’t live without these people of mine

A soft and gentle word for something strong

A foundation to stand upon when thing go wrong

Family the people you respect 

It can’t be perfect

But, these are the people you love the most

Your love and on your last

Each Chapter of our lives tells an individual story

Of lessons learned through both hardship an glory

Each page, each chapter is bond together

With the family name embossed forever

#Entry2 #FamilyIsMyEverything

[ymyungjin]

Entry#2

Importance of being Media and information literacy

Media and Information Literacy recognizes the primary role of Media and Information in our everyday lives. The purpose of being an Information and Media Literate is to engage in a digital society where one needs to be able to use, understand, inquire, create, communicate and think critically. The importance of people who know media and information is high because today we live in the 21st century that makes us live with the rapid growth of technologies such as information media. Knowing the media and information well will give us an advantage in today's modern world, especially in the media, by avoiding most false information in other types of media and by recognizing and collecting accurate information. Being Media and Information literate is not just for yourself to understand but for you to spread the information to others.

So in the digital age, or modern society, anyone can easily create media. Through sharing (the information in SNS), people are able to communicate and spread awareness to everyone. With this kind of mindset for such digital users, it can help others know that being into social media is not just a disadvantage, but it has a great role for everyone to be a Media and Information Literate.

People are no longer limited to the desktop computer. People now use mobile technologies since its very accessible to every one. Media and Information Literacy therefore is about helping any one to become competent, critical, and literate in all media forms so that they control the interpretation of what they see or hear rather than letting the interpretation control them.

In other words, Media and Information Literacy will help you become a brilliant receiver and sender of information in media and in any other platform.

#MIL #ABM1205 #entry2

[chasingflights]

Cloudy Days

Do you remember those noons when you’d just sit by the window and stare at the sky? I do. I remember having merienda with my cousins, sitting on the window sill, arguing if those passing clouds looked like a dove or a donut. Before we could even identify a hundred, it rained and all the clouds vanished. The sky suddenly became clearer.

Looking back at this story “Touchmove,” I realize that women are like those clouds. Men tend to choose how they would see it or what they would make of it. Sadly, most of the time, they are seen as objects. Like something that would entertain them on their afternoons. These days, no matter how woke and educated the world has become; we can’t deny that it’s still as cloudy as ever. I wonder when the rain will come.

#thetraditionalfiction #entry2