It finally fucking stopped. I am almost totally dry. Thank God after two weeks. I thought I'd maybe have to put up with the menses for a month straight like I have in the past. Whatever it is that I have, I suspect PCOS, is a pain in the dick.

Oh well. At least it won't bother me come Christmas time. I got these period underwear, they come in boxers and briefs, that have been amazing. It's literally like wearing nothing. Only drawback with these is they are hand wash only, so I feel a bit medieval washing my rags.

A few days isn't bad but fuck me why is it I have to go through this for so long? Enough complaining. It's whatever. At least I'm not terminally ill or in chronic pain.

Anyway, I'm gaining subscribers, chugging along with YouTube. My boyfriend is being sweet and amazing and sexy as usual. Everybody has a present under the tree. Life is about as good as it gets for a NEET.

Once I start making a profit off of YouTube I will no longer call myself a NEET or hikikumori, as obviously it's considered a career. I'd still be a hermit though. At least I will be a productive one. That's about as good as I can hope for at least for now, baby steps to ascending out of this rut.

Life is good. 2024 has been actually the best year of my life, at least since I was a kid and still had hope for myself, before I fell into this crappy lifestyle. If you could call it a life. This is the first time in years that I've looked forward to a new one. 

If I stay hard on myself and not slip into total inactivity this could be a great 2025.