To be honest. . .

It's not like I want any attention on this book at all.

Recently I've been making more rants than I should.

Though it's not about my problems.
I guess just about me. . ?

I'm not sure myself.

I went through an anime watching marathon and the more I watch the more I realize things.

That I could be just right out blunt.
Blind to what's around me.
Yet I refuse to acknowledge it.

Work that needs to be done?
Screw it.

'I'll go do something else instead.'
Is my typical thought.

My family doesn't pressure me to do much.

Though somehow I feel the pressure increasing at every mistake I make.

Maybe because I'm an only child?
I think that's not the case. . .

I guess I'm ranting on this book so I can somehow hear the words again.

The words that say I'll be fine.
The words that comfort me through the days that I go through.

Just like before. . .

Now that I think about it,
It sounds selfish.
But this is a rant book after all.

I'm still being careful of what I say.
But I did warn you at the very start of this book.

One day, when I look back on the words that I've wrote.

I bet I'll just laugh at how stupid I was at wording.
Though I'll also realize how much has changed.
How much I've grown.

Not that I want any attention.

Maybe I just want to know exactly why I made this book in the first place.