A nice day, I guess
Last night I slept pretty well, I don’t remember what kind of dreams I had. No wait, yes I remember; I lived in an apartment house, and this mean little girl tried to enter my home through the window and I pushed her away. She didn’t get hurt, but I was told off for being an asshole who hurts little girls.
In another dream, I lived with my mom in Australia and my job was to clean toilets.
I woke up early, but continued sleeping.
My social worker called me and told me that the person who was supposed to come for home visits couldn’t see me today, but later he called me again and told me that they can see me today after all.
I got up, took my morning meds, and made coffee.
I have started throwing up again. I mean, I don’t suffer from bulimia, I just get nauseated easily.
I took a shower and washed my hair and put conditioner into it so it would be easier to brush. I also did the morning skincare regiment and applied basic lotion on my skin. I noticed that I was doing everything in a twitchy manner because I couldn’t focus on anything, the voices were bothering me so much.
I got dressed. I had to put on yesterday’s leggings because all my leggings were on the drying rack. I wonder why I had ran out of clean leggings so quickly, I used to have fourteen of them and now I have nine. I must add them to my shopping list.
I changed the face-, hand-, and kitchen towels, scrubbed the toilet bowl, and took the laundry downstairs to the drying room.
I left and took out the recycling, and then I went to the municipal service point to recharge my travel card. Then I went to the pharmacy to pick up my tranquilizers, but the queue was so long that I decided to go to the social office straight away.
I don’t know why, but visiting the social office makes me a bit downcast, seeing all the poor and downtrodden people who say they haven’t had eaten in three days. Sometimes I wonder, is it society’s fault or is it our fault alone that people are poor and sick?
People are expected to work 12 hours a day with poverty wages in a society where rent and groceries get more expensive, there is a threat of war, and the planet is slowly boiling itself alive. No wonder people are so depressed and anxious these days.
My social worker opened the door for me, we went to his office, and later the worker from Mieli and the person who was going to become my care worker showed up. She was a really nice person, she told me she could take me out to cafes and swimming pool, and also motivate me to do more housework. It was nice, even if I felt a bit shy.
We signed some papers, and then I went back home. I fell on my bed and thought about living me and my friends living our counter- culture lives among bureaucracy.
I took a nap, after getting up I went to the library to pick up some books and then I went to buy some groceries.
I was thinking of heading for a bus trip, but it was raining outside and not to mention that it gets darker earlier. Sheesh, where did summer go? Just half a month ago there was a heatwave and suddenly the leaves have started falling. Smash Mouth was right, the years are coming and they don’t stop coming.
When I was a kid, the turning of the wheel of the year was always fresh and new and exciting, but nowadays I am just getting sick of it. It’s always the same things again and again. I have nothing really special, like graduation, to look forward to. I know I should just try to find my happiness again.
I love my mom <3
In the evening I took my meds. I have started taking them earlier, so I can fix my sleep schedule.
I want to do something this evening, but I think I should just go to bed in time.
I swept the floor and did the evening skincare regiment.
I feel alright right now, except that my nose still runs and I have started coughing.
Tomorrow my parents will come over to give me a new vacuum cleaner.
On Friday, I will receive the weekly allowance. I will go visit a friend from Tuikku, Mirette and some other people will be there as well. I will book a ticket to a Halloween party at the amusement park, and then I will do some discreet shopping.
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents so that they can give me the weekly allowance.
In another dream, I lived with my mom in Australia and my job was to clean toilets.
I woke up early, but continued sleeping.
My social worker called me and told me that the person who was supposed to come for home visits couldn’t see me today, but later he called me again and told me that they can see me today after all.
I got up, took my morning meds, and made coffee.
I have started throwing up again. I mean, I don’t suffer from bulimia, I just get nauseated easily.
I took a shower and washed my hair and put conditioner into it so it would be easier to brush. I also did the morning skincare regiment and applied basic lotion on my skin. I noticed that I was doing everything in a twitchy manner because I couldn’t focus on anything, the voices were bothering me so much.
I got dressed. I had to put on yesterday’s leggings because all my leggings were on the drying rack. I wonder why I had ran out of clean leggings so quickly, I used to have fourteen of them and now I have nine. I must add them to my shopping list.
I changed the face-, hand-, and kitchen towels, scrubbed the toilet bowl, and took the laundry downstairs to the drying room.
I left and took out the recycling, and then I went to the municipal service point to recharge my travel card. Then I went to the pharmacy to pick up my tranquilizers, but the queue was so long that I decided to go to the social office straight away.
I don’t know why, but visiting the social office makes me a bit downcast, seeing all the poor and downtrodden people who say they haven’t had eaten in three days. Sometimes I wonder, is it society’s fault or is it our fault alone that people are poor and sick?
People are expected to work 12 hours a day with poverty wages in a society where rent and groceries get more expensive, there is a threat of war, and the planet is slowly boiling itself alive. No wonder people are so depressed and anxious these days.
My social worker opened the door for me, we went to his office, and later the worker from Mieli and the person who was going to become my care worker showed up. She was a really nice person, she told me she could take me out to cafes and swimming pool, and also motivate me to do more housework. It was nice, even if I felt a bit shy.
We signed some papers, and then I went back home. I fell on my bed and thought about living me and my friends living our counter- culture lives among bureaucracy.
I took a nap, after getting up I went to the library to pick up some books and then I went to buy some groceries.
I was thinking of heading for a bus trip, but it was raining outside and not to mention that it gets darker earlier. Sheesh, where did summer go? Just half a month ago there was a heatwave and suddenly the leaves have started falling. Smash Mouth was right, the years are coming and they don’t stop coming.
When I was a kid, the turning of the wheel of the year was always fresh and new and exciting, but nowadays I am just getting sick of it. It’s always the same things again and again. I have nothing really special, like graduation, to look forward to. I know I should just try to find my happiness again.
I love my mom <3
In the evening I took my meds. I have started taking them earlier, so I can fix my sleep schedule.
I want to do something this evening, but I think I should just go to bed in time.
I swept the floor and did the evening skincare regiment.
I feel alright right now, except that my nose still runs and I have started coughing.
Tomorrow my parents will come over to give me a new vacuum cleaner.
On Friday, I will receive the weekly allowance. I will go visit a friend from Tuikku, Mirette and some other people will be there as well. I will book a ticket to a Halloween party at the amusement park, and then I will do some discreet shopping.
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents so that they can give me the weekly allowance.