Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼 (kattidya) wrote,
Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼
kattidya

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Back then when I went to school, I used to hope that my sleeping pattern would change that I had no problem getting up every morning at six o'clock. Of course, you say I could have used an alarm clock, but I hate it how it wakes me up in the middle of my dreaming and makes me all pissed off, and it's not a good start to a morning.

This morning I actually woke up at six o'clock, and the first mental image was that I would be bored to tears and have nothing to do.

I tried spending as much time as possible when doing the morning routines, and after I had scrolled through Tumblr and Facebook, it was half past eight o'clock.

I decided to go for an urbane adventure, and once in Helsinki, I called my mother and asked hir if I can come over, zie said it was okay.

Once at my parents' place, mom told me they didn't have coffee so I volunteered to go to the shops and buy some. Mom gave me a fiver, I popped to Alepa and bought coffee grounds.

Later the day I went back home, adoring the graffitis and wild roses, and spent some time doing housework; I hoovered the floor, washed laundry, and wiped off some stains with scouring liquid or whatever it is called.

I also ironed two of my Dirndl dresses, the brown one and the blue one, and noticed that the hems were coming apart, so I decided to take them to Nima's, my favorite dressmaker, to have them mended.

I took my cellphone bill to the social office, then I took the dresses to Nima's, and then decided to go see my parents again.

I called my mother's cellphone, zie didn't answer. Then I called my father, neither did zie.

I took the bus 55 to Raappavuori, I had taken my gym clothes along so I could go to the gym today.

Once in my parents' home, dad called me and told me zie and mom were at the Hietaniemi burial site, visiting my grandparents' grave.

I decided to start writing my diary in cursive, it gave me a feeling of bittersweet nostalgia because it's been a while since I last wrote in cursive.

I went to the gym, walked on the treadmill for 24 minutes and then used the exercise machines.

Once home, I felt miserable. I shouldn't really surf on Tumblr before going to bed, some of the content triggers me and then I don't feel like doing evening routines or anything like that.

I want to live a good, wholesome life. Not because I have to, or I am expected to, but because I want to. I want to eat healthily and exercise and take vitamins in order to fight my depression and anxiety, and to be happy. My life's purpose is to be happy.
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