This is another boring post. Nothing unexpected ever happens anyway. The only thing that has happened is that this blog now has over 800 likes. Small yay. Sometimes I wonder if I’m a weirdos magnet. I don’t mean this blog. It’s more about social media. I don’t know if I bother to use it as much anymore. I rarely get any reactions to my tweets. It depends on the subject, though. I never get decent followers. Maybe I’m being chased by bots. I’m not even sure my followers on Twitter are real people. The same with Instagram. Some of them are real people. But they’re just there. Using social media as a hobby isn’t a big deal. I have no luck in the business one either.

I don’t know why I write this blog post. I have nothing to say. I could have only let it be. I’m so boring, and no one truly cares. No one is maybe a tad extreme, though. Sometimes only writing to myself isn’t enough. Why bother to do anything? Everything is so boring. They were boring long before covid. Nothing unexpected happens to me anyway. If my life was a TV series, it would the most boring ever. I’m so untalented too. My work never gets mentioned on someone’s Instagram. It makes me feel down every time this place (Helsinki Design School) shows their current students work on their account. My assignment wasn’t that good, and I still blow at it. I will never become a graphic designer—any designer for that matter. Many of my former schoolmates have probably moved on, and who knows what kind of great achievements they already have. I’m mostly disappointed in myself for being such a lazy person. I can only blame myself for not being brave enough. I also have awful ideas. Or no ideas at all, so I don’t feel like practising it either.

I don’t feel like writing this post anymore. I only want to watch videos on Youtube or something else online. So nothing unexpected ever happens. Well, I don’t want drama anyway.