March 01, 2026

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Dear Diary, Lately I've felt like I was in some game with really stupid gameplay. It feels like this month has passed overnight. It was as if I was unaware of my existence.  And even as I write this now, I'm not sure I realize what I'm doing. 


Today was a normal day. I would say it was boring and dull. I feel strange, but still... I'll write that list. 


I am grateful for:

1. Delicious fried potatoes

2. Rest

3. Sunny weather during the day (although I didn't go outside, but at least)


My mind is foggy. My head now looks like an old, dusty attic, where everyone has thrown everything they love but don't use. Lately, I've been paying more and more attention to my surroundings, which is actually helping me land and get out of this quagmire.  Although right now I feel like there's an alien inside me who doesn't have the usual system of thinking and doesn't think at all.An alien is playing a very high-quality game, a simulator of some incomprehensible life in a strange body and in an open world. But an alien would give this game a bad rating because of the gameplay


Another new week, another lot of things to do. The same streets, audiences, people and locations again. It's starting to get a little tiring, and I haven't found a way to rest yet, because the traditional ones don't really help. I'm waiting for the weather to warm up, then I can get back into the habit of walking longer distances.


I'm going to bed. I think tomorrow will be a calm day. Tomorrow I'll try to do a new hair styling, in a slightly new way


Society is strange 


Money is such a tough problem, really. Jokes about poor students turned out not to be jokes



I love owls 


I hate beans


Why are people so strange


I don't know if I want to be an observer or a participant in the performance


Omg today is the first day of spring.

Something needs to change


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