Solivagant's Dear Diary

Fridays used to be my favorite day of the week. Now they're just tiring.

Anxiety. Headache. Anxiety. Headache. This past cold pretty much fucked some chemical imbalance in my brain or something, there's no way this is normal? (Need to sleep better.)

Anxious. Not exactly sure why. But there’s this uneasy feeling on the top of my stomach. It will be so hard to fall sleep. No idea what caused it, maybe too much sugar?

Headache, spent too much time staring at the screen of my laptop doing research. In the end it feels like a waste of time, because researching is the slowest part of any project — learned that the hard way while writing my bachelor thesis. Sometimes

The day had like fifteen minutes today.

Feels like a kind of endless ping-pong match, and I'm the ball. Not such a good day today, and I know recovery isn't usually linear, biology is everything but uncomplicated, but it kind of sucks to feel worse today than I did just one day before.  (I

Read in the sun this afternoon, while my mother's new puppy played with the frilly rug I spread on the grass. I gave him a bath after lunch and his fur felt specially fluffy. My arms are full of bite marks, though his teeth are so tiny they are barel

Where do I get my refund? Clearly this is not what I ordered. This fucking virus is kicking my butt so hard and I'm like: I don't really mind a spanking, but at least buy a girl dinner first? Though love, who? Fuck this shit, the medication is making

Have a cold, mild one, first time this year, was really starting to believe my imune system was becoming just that: imune. Everything came crashind down yesterday, achy muscles, bleary eye, a touch of fever and sore throat, though since my tonsillect

A year older, but not wiser. I still feel like I'm sixteen, and how can I be this old?

There's no such thing as a free lunch. And, apparently, there's no such thing as a free online diary either. Just read this site privacy policy and I feel a fool. I mean I known I'm a idiot but this level of naivete is just beyond my own scope for st

Tired.

Today is a quiet moon, and as I lay in bed I hear the land murmuring outside my window. Sometimes beauty hits me so unexpectedly I lose my breathe. Sometimes I feel so deeply I bleed like a fish gutted from the inside.

Have you ever had one of those days? When everything seems so complicated. When nothing makes sense. When the weight of the world seems so heavy on your chest you can't breathe anymore. Have you ever had one those moments? When you stop to think abou

I didn't know we were in a competition in suffering, I didn't know I needed to justify myself. Do I need to legitimize my pain so I can feel it? Underneath my skin, that lately has been so thin I can see through it. In my bones, till they snap undern