Solivagant's Dear Diary

i can never be consistent, about anything ever. it makes me a little angry, sometimes a little sad, but mostly disappointed. i just keep waiting for things to get better (for me to get better, at what i'm not sure, maybe at life itself). but maybe, j

Sometimes I hate myself, just a little, almost like a joke I tell only myself and that no one else will ever get. I don't really believe it, not really — not entirely. I don't think it's even true, I don’t really hate myself (or at least I know bette

Oh god, tomorrow is Friday again. How did this happen?

Was this week even real?

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