I cried myself to sleep last night. I felt weird, as if I didn't really know if I was crying or if I was watching someone else cry.
I felt so much better after I was all cried out. When I was a kid I was told never to cry, and now I know better that sometimes you have to cry to make room for all the smiles.
I had nice dreams about being in a shopping mall with my friends.
I woke up at 02:20 a.m., and I slept slept until four o'clock in the morning.
I took my morning medicine and went back to sleep.
I got up at a little before eleven o'clock, had a wash, dressed up and ate a bowl of oatmeal porridge for breakfast.
I called my mother and asked her if I can come over, she said yes.
It was noon, and the town centre seemed very quiet. It was also surprisingly chilly outside.
I walked to my parents' home, mom answered the door for me. My father was also home.
I had coffee with my mother, ate a tomato, an avocado, two jelly beans, and a handful of grapes, and a few cashew nuts.
Mom taught me some simple exercises and stretches. I might also take up planking, I have heard that it's very effective.
Later the day I went for a walk. I walked to the river and by then I was so tired and also in a bad mood, so I walked to the station and caught a bus to Helsinki.
It wasn't that late in the evening, but I decided not to go to any museum. I bought a small pot of double chocolate pudding, and took a train back home.
Once back home, I listened to the song Anthrax by Kimya Dawson. I washed a load of laundry, ironed another load, washed the dishes, cooked dinner, and made myself a cup of coffee.
Tomorrow I have to wash more dishes, hoover the floor, take out the recycling, and fetch the laundry from the downstairs drying room.
I will go see my mother, she will give me the weekly allowance. I will buy a new beanie hat and some snack for the journey to my granny's home.
And I also have to take a shower and put on some pretty clothes.