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Last night I had a dream where I tried to escape the Murkoff institute with Eddie Gluskin in pursuit.
In another dream, I took a train downtown and went to a concert and a play park and a harbor. It was a nice dream.
I woke up feeling better than yesterday. My nose still generates a ton of snot, but otherwise I feel alright.
I went to a Covid test today. The voices bothered me the entire time.
Once back home, I scrubbed the bathroom floor and washed two loads of laundry.
I started crying, because I was a bit of a sad kitty.
I thought, what is the point of living when you die anyway? Will eternal pain and suffering in Hell be worse than eternal boredom in Heaven? Will I ever experience true love, and how do I know it is true? Would my life be better if I had studied harder? If I had just reacted to the pain and abuse in a happy and cheerful manner, would I be healthier today?
I took a tranquilizer, it didn't help. I went for a walk and got a Creepy Moment.
In the evening, I went to the emergency room. I got to talk with the psychiatric nurse, it made me feel better. I hope she doesn't write anything mean about me.
I went to the bus stop, and I was happy and laughed. I took a bus back to my hometown, once back home I fell on my bed fully clothed.
Tomorrow I will have an appointment with my social worker. After that, I will go to the service point to recharge my travel card, and then I will go to the pharmacy to pick up my tranquilizers. I will also do the weekly housework; take out the recycling, scrub the toilet bowl, and change the face-, hand-, and kitchen towels.
On Thursday, my parents will come over to bring me a new vacuum cleaner.
On Friday, I will receive the weekly allowance. I will go visit a friend from Tuikku cafe.
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents, they will give me the weekly allowance.
In another dream, I took a train downtown and went to a concert and a play park and a harbor. It was a nice dream.
I woke up feeling better than yesterday. My nose still generates a ton of snot, but otherwise I feel alright.
I went to a Covid test today. The voices bothered me the entire time.
Once back home, I scrubbed the bathroom floor and washed two loads of laundry.
I started crying, because I was a bit of a sad kitty.
I thought, what is the point of living when you die anyway? Will eternal pain and suffering in Hell be worse than eternal boredom in Heaven? Will I ever experience true love, and how do I know it is true? Would my life be better if I had studied harder? If I had just reacted to the pain and abuse in a happy and cheerful manner, would I be healthier today?
I took a tranquilizer, it didn't help. I went for a walk and got a Creepy Moment.
In the evening, I went to the emergency room. I got to talk with the psychiatric nurse, it made me feel better. I hope she doesn't write anything mean about me.
I went to the bus stop, and I was happy and laughed. I took a bus back to my hometown, once back home I fell on my bed fully clothed.
Tomorrow I will have an appointment with my social worker. After that, I will go to the service point to recharge my travel card, and then I will go to the pharmacy to pick up my tranquilizers. I will also do the weekly housework; take out the recycling, scrub the toilet bowl, and change the face-, hand-, and kitchen towels.
On Thursday, my parents will come over to bring me a new vacuum cleaner.
On Friday, I will receive the weekly allowance. I will go visit a friend from Tuikku cafe.
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents, they will give me the weekly allowance.