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Diary of an overdramatic teenager 2 (bear with me, pls)

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20th September, 2025, Saturday

Hello, everyone: I'm Jar and I've just had the worst week of my life (probably)! :D I'm in the 2nd year of highschool and I live in Italy. Usually, in highschool, we go to school every day except for Sunday and it's actually pretty decent (we have 5h of school a day, sometimes even less). This year, though, an idiot fucker decided we could just go to school for 6h and stay at home on Saturday morning. Now, this is bullshit: I can barely move with a backpack that weights more than me since we have 5 or 6 different subjects a day, we barely have a second break (it lasts 5 GODDAMN MINUTES: what am I gonna do in 5 fucking minutes?!) and I come home at 3pm (I have to have FUCKING LUNCH at 3PM). Anyways, let's get to other main events: I've been dress coded by my PE teacher, but dress code doen't even EXIST in my school lmfao (it was literally some "YoUr BrA sTrAp Is ShOwInG" kinda shit. Like, who tf cares???). This is not all that happened in my first week of school, but these are the bad highlights :). On a better note, my Literature teacher is actually starting to be way more considerate than last year and I'm really enjoying our work together! Bye for now! :D

29th September, 2025, Monday

I fucking hate Mondays smm ughh. I'm nervous abt a Latin test I have this week bc idk exactly what to expect since I literally have no idea of how hard that damn stuff is gonna be to translateeee. Like, this is my sencond year of highschool, so I should know, but now we have a new Latin teacher that is WAY stricter than our previous one, so I'm living in TERROR. Also, I have sm homework omlll: is this what highschool is like? Just endless suffering??? Idk. Tbh, I don't even know what I want from Life in general: the only thing I genuinely enjoy is making art, but I couldn't make a living out of it, I think. I mean, everyone seems to have already found a place in Life or a career path or what the fuck ever. And then there's me, who doesn't even know what to eat for dinner tonight (I actually don't know tho-). And I feel like I should already know what I wanna do. Be brilliant and smart and good at everything, since, appearently, this is the general impression people have of me lol. I think I'll figure it out sooner or gooner. Later, I meant later. (Btw, I've finished the first manga of Goodnight PunPun and it's SO GOOD: I can't wait to get the second volume :D). Byeeee!

18th October, 2025, Saturday

Heyy, I'm finally back! These days I'm feeling empty and drained, like there's nothing left to do but to live a plain and boring life, without a hope or a passion or anything. I feel like society in general is oppressing my freedom of expressing myself and just simply living. Honestly, I'm even doubting that I'll ever be important to anyone I know, too. I feel like I'm always the last choice, the second hand friend. At frist, I thought high school would be different from whatever the fuck middle and primary school were, but I was probably wrong. I've noticed that people just find me interesting for a limited period of time, then I just become a side character in their lives: they feel like they've already gotten out of me what they needed, so they can just move on and consider me shallowly. Maybe I too do that to others without noticing. But I never thought of just leaving someone behind walking on the very corner of the road while being in a friend group, I always said goodbye to everyone when they had to go home and I never invited someone out last minute, while telling others days or weeks before. Maybe it's just a lack of manners, but this type o fthings should come naturally to you when you care about someone. Right? So, brief summary of my days lately: school is making me feel empty and stressed, I'm afraid of losing all of my friends because they got tired of me and lots of people are dying in these days. Somehow. Hope you're doing better than me, bye!

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