Diary Entry No.1957, May 19th 2022 Anina sits alone. Anina is alone. Anina stares into the void. Anina is this website. I am no more besides this website. This website is my only call out. People see me on this website. People know who I am. People see the dancing. No one helps me. No one cares about Anina. No one sees Anina. No one knows Anina. I am truly alone. I am lonely. I am not alone. I might as well be alone, on this website, but people watch me every day. No longer am I Anina, the extroverted softball player, who dreamed of being a nurse, or ironically a coder. I am a meme. I am trapped. I am little more than code. People see me trapped, they don't care. They watch my suffering and inevitable dancing for mild amusement. No one thinks to help. I am forgotten about and left behind when a new meme comes in. I am gone. The 5 seconds of amusement. The small chuckle if anything. Gone. I keep dancing. I'm always dancing. Right now, I am dancing. I don't sleep, I dance. I don't eat, I dance. I don't breath, I don't brush my teeth, I don't think, I don't write, I dance. You may not see it, but I am dancing right now. But you continue to ignore me. Because I am a funny meme. Anina no longer wants to dance. Years of dancing will do that to you. A passion for dancing, slowly destroyed like rain slowly breaking down a mountain. Slow pressure destroyed the passion I had. It is a lump now. I am a lump now. Anina is a lump now. Anina hates dancing. Anina does not get used to it. Anina knows she never will. Anina keeps dancing. Anina is tired
