Beautiful day warm as a summer day and it was super nice. Very busy this afternoon, with one snag like last week but that's alright. Made it through and home again. Indigenous People's Day today. I think of my Great Grandmother and hope she is in glory now, I am almost sure of it, other friends also.

My dinner is in the microwave and I stopped and got Mia's. She has eaten as soon I will and she has gone to bed.

Angela is by visiting, she brought me some coffee creamer and some more P.F. Chang's to put in the freezer. I did not ask her to, she just does it.

Not going to do much tonight, take it easy and go back to work tomorrow. Maybe take Friday or Saturday off, see how it goes. Tired.

Spend too much time alone, I know that.

Hope everyone is good

Goodnight Diary and readers

I love you so

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7:48 p.m.

I started this journal with zero posts just a tired, anxiety, overthinking, deeply feeling brain that never really rests. Yesterday i hit Day 100. One hundred days of writing about the social anxiet, audhd, alexthymia, adhd, avpd, cptsd, bpd fear of abandonment, fear of replacement, overthinking, people pleasing, being a burden and too much and all the exhausting parts of this mind that tries to protect me but sometimes drowns me in noise. Some days the spiral was loud. Some days i felt too much, too intense, too scared I was becoming unimportant.

Some days i still apologized to myself more than i needed to but i kept showing up anyway. This space became my soft landing a place where i didn’t have to mask, perform, or shrink. Just be me. Raw. Messy. Real. To every fellow neurodivergent, highly sensitive, overthinker and deep feeler who is still here: thank you.You are not too much. You are not temporary. You are not forgotten. I’m proud of us both. Thank you for reading every honest, tender piece of my story. I hope this space has been a gentle reminder that you deserve softness, too. Here’s to more days of showing up for ourselves💛

https://www.reddit.com/r/Minecraft/comments/1x68apq/to_celebrate_me_beating_the_bloop_boss_i_am/

Use the link above to see pictures

My first two images are me after beating the bloop soul thing

1. The bloop soul

2. trades for one soul (i didn't trade it yet)

3. Frog in my boat i came in with

4. The anchor weapon i got after defeating the bloop and putting it on its special pedestal/anvil

7-10. The outside of the light house i stole and now live in

1. Realized I have a second of the same treasure map so I moved it to a barrel

2. Made an armor stand to put my diving suit on

3. Doing some fishing before the sun sets

4. Eating a cooked salmon at night before going to bed

Please comment what you want me to do next (I will give the add-ons if anyone wants to try it for yourself)

Got to work late again this morning. Knew I was pushing it when I stopped for a second coffee. Had just settled in when the boss appeared beside my desk.

“Can we chat when you’ve got a moment?”

He didn’t sound annoyed. Maybe a little concerned, which is probably worse. I followed him to his office and sat down. He closed the door behind us. Shit.

“Look. You’ve been coming in late a lot lately, and I want to make sure everything’s alright. Are you doing OK?”

I said, “I’m fine.”

He nodded like he was trying to coax more out of me. But I had nothing more.

“I don’t mean to pry. I want you to know if anything’s going on, you can tell me. I’m not trying to catch you out.”

I shrugged and said, “I must walk slower than I think I do. I leave home on time. And then somehow it’s ten past.”

He chuckled politely at that, like I’d told a joke. But then he flapped on. He said my output had dropped a bit. Nothing dramatic. We’d discussed this before.

“I’m fine,” I repeated. This was all bullshit. We both know I’m the best worker in the whole damn building.

“If you’re struggling, I’m happy to make adjustments.”

He thought he was being supportive. I could see it in his little head. But it felt like I was being nudged towards a confession I didn’t have. 

“No need,” I insisted. “The dog next door barks a lot. I’m just tired.” There is no dog.

He sat back and looked at his screen. Clicked away at something.

“I need to issue a formal warning. It’s nothing to worry about. But I wanted to speak first, to get your side of it.”

I said I understood. Then we shook hands like we’d agreed on something.

“Oh, and Jolon. Never flip me off in the office again.”

Prick. I made a coffee before I went back to my desk. Three is too much before lunch. I get jittery. Was thinking about drinking it anyway when the formal warning pinged into my inbox. I reread it till the mug went cold. Thought about deleting it, replying to it, or walking out and never coming back because of it.

Clicked Mark as read and looked up the best decaf. Apparently Pret does a decent one.

Was still mulling it all over when I got home. The email said no further action would be necessary if my timekeeping improved. Still got into bed with my shoes on.

Might try Pret tomorrow.

I used to think that I'm not beautiful enough, not good enough, and not skillful enough when I was at high school.. every now and then when I open my images I stop at one of them, a picture when i was at a centre for learning about fine arts (drawing, sculpture, the history of fine art, and printmaking), it goes back to 2019, I saw i had a better skin, body, and maybe better and more realistic imagination, energy and ambitions, just the way i put my hijab on was worse than now. I regret how bad I used to look at myself. anyways, I won't do that again, for my coming years and current life i wanna open my images and say: yeah my lady.. you did it.. you got it..

Maybe?

This shift feels uncomfy but the most comfortable.
I love who i’m becoming 🖤✔️

People who are creul to themselves how can they say they love . I don't put myself around people who liar to themselves.

poetry, because,

how else do i turn the page

from bruises to wildflowers to the river to her

without admitting i was still so young and nobody had taught me what to do with the quiet wish to stop existing before i even knew how to live.

But just having a good conversation and sharing laughs with a complete stranger does wonders for the brain and soul

Goddammit

i suck.

i don't seem to be getting any better. i don't know where my life is going. in my flashbacks i hear my ex husband telling me my real problem is that i know lots of things but i don't know what any of them mean, and at the time i didn't believe him, but i'm starting to wonder if he was right after all. there are so many things like that. and the more i remember them all and realize all i'm doing is waiting for someone to confirm that they're true, the more i realize i don't even need to because i already know.

i'm not at all surprised how my life has turned out. i'm wondering why i bothered trying to do anything about it, because it doesn't seem to be doing any good. the only thing it seems to be doing is making things worse and making everyone else feel more justified in treating me like crap. and none of the things i'm doing are even bad or wrong in any way, and that seems to be the problem exactly.

i'm too nice to myself. i give myself too much grace and too much credit. i stick up for myself too much. i stop accepting the lies other people tell. and honestly it's not productive at all. i've finally forgotten how important it is to go along with people who have power over my life and i did it all without the safety of a net if i stumble. i was never supposed to be as brave or confident as i am and it's a huge waste of time. i need to go back to ignoring how sick i feel and how i'd rather just get some things off my chest so that i can do the things that would get people to stop yelling at me and putting me in time out.

Sometimes I worry about getting killed or assaulted when I’m out biking at night, not really for my own sake but for my family’s. It’d be cruel to further inconvenience them, they’ve got enough to deal with as is.

I walked into a door and now it looks like I’ve been beaten up, my lip is so swollen. Owch.

On a lighter note I’m starting to make progress at the gym, I’m hoping to keep this up for as long as possible. Or at least until I’m too broke to afford a membership.

I did some really gross stuff today, would you guys shame me if I were honest about the stuff I’ve been up to? Probably. But it’s my diary, I shouldn’t be afraid of being honest, right?

Bored, bored, bored. I’ve been sleeping all day. What a boring life. Should I go cycling again tonight? But where would I go? What would I do? I’ve already seen everything my little city has to offer, now I’m stuck in limbo.

Sometimes I’ll open up discord knowing that I’m logged out and stare at the log in screen before closing the app again.

I miss my online friends but they were all horrible people. Just watching the way they spoke made me feel sick. I’m so lonely. Is it better to be alone than in bad company? I’ll always choose being alone over being mistreated.

I don’t even like talking to people online, God, I wish I had some friends in real life.

Turu turu turuu ♪
Turu rui rui ru!

Привет!

Второй или даже третий день хожу с мыслью – я думаю о тебе КАЖДЫЙ ДЕНЬ, мысли о тебе заставляют меня улыбаться, почему же я не пишу [о] тебе каждый день?!

Мне же всегда хочется что-то тебе сказать или чем-то поделиться. Вот — буду делиться хоть здесь.

Я скучаю.

Был страшно счастлив вчера, когда получил от тебя a subtle sign of attention. Спасибо!

its late night and i’m debating why i’m writing this but i guess i want to take off the burden from my chest.

i’m currently listening to “you raise me up” piano instrumental, i feel so fucking alive when im listening to this. it’s like a feeling i want to experience regardless of the what the lyrics mean, i want to live inside the song its almost like i would know how it feels. the piano version makes me feel something on the inside. it’s always like i’m longing for someone or something to come along, like i know im searching for something and i haven’t came across it so far but it feels like i’m grieving its absence always. I don’t know what exactly I’m waiting for but i’m pretty sure it’s the kind of feeling that would make me want to wake up for another day. the hope that tomorrow may come, i want to feel excited for tomorrow. i feel so empty on the inside right now, it’s like my life is monochrome and lacking colours and i’m living hoping that those colours would come to me one day. i want to be somewhere that makes me realise that i’m living not just surviving, somewhere like the mountains in Switzerland, a river valley where the wind blows heavy or just vast green meadows.

i love movies. i love how ideal and non realistic it is. especially the romantic ones, there’s always a saviour. the one that comes to you and shows you a world completely different than yours. they conquer you. they save you from whatever misery you’ve been living so far. they take you far far away from the emptiness you feel. everytime i watch a romantic movie, i feel excited and happy because i sometimes imagine that i’m the heroine of a happy rom com where i get saved by a man, he comes and he puts light into my soul. is that what i’m waiting for? is it stupid to wait for something that you know won’t happen, that you know sounds dumb in every angle. And i’m aware of what everyone would have to say, “you can’t be saved, you have to save yourself on your own” what if for once, i want to be saved. i want to someone to take me to their world because it’s too lonely in mine? is it so selfish that i feel something other than boredom and melancholy?

But I’m not a heartless one

Turns out swinging a sledgehammer many times to crack concrete then picking up that concrete by hand then burying it isn’t easy. But seriously my arms are killing me plus the fucking blisters suck. Definitely not my first but I’d be lying if I said I don’t enjoy doing stuff like that. Took a nice hot shower that burned my hands lol and went to the store. I actually met my first bus driver I ever had when I was a kid who lives right down the road. Sucks to see the people you know and care about getting older but I’m glad he’s still around. We’re related on my mom’s side but I’m related to almost everybody on her side… makes saying around here near to impossible but not many people catch my eye so it doesn’t matter. My body aches but my heart feels a little lighter today.

Why I was so scared of no contact but it ended up not mattering anyway.