today was not good. i am far too fragile for all this. my heart rate would not go down and my chest started hurting, so i had to lay down on the floor for a couple of hours to make it go away. lonely again today. how i shall manage tomorrow i do not know. boyfriend is driving me to school and then i will ask him why he's been so distant. most of today i have felt like i've been about to vomit. went out for a smoke earlier this evening, and saw that one of my front doors were ajar. i have two entrances to my apartment, because it used to be two units. i only use one, and assumed that the other one was locked as i had never received the key for it. today i found out that it had been unlocked for two and a half years, and that somebody has now attempted to get inside my home. apparently i'm not crazy. someone is out to get me. or at the very least take a look at my possessions. i hate it. obviously the door is now locked. i ran into my neighbors outside, and talked with them for a bit. they seem concerned about me. i look pale they said. i need to eat properly and take care of myself. did not realize i probably look just the way i feel, which is like shit. oh well. that's okay. today i disassembled a pencil sharpener and cut a little bit for the first time in several years. actually felt better after, i never used to when i did it as a teenager. that does not bode well for my future, but i'll try not to do it again. i'll have to tell my boyfriend before he sees the marks. i'm gonna have to sit him down and talk ith him about how the past 10 days have been for me. he needs to understand why i haven't had anything positive to say when he's asked me how my day has been. i've done nothing fun and fallen into the hole deeper each day. and i've tried not to complain, but at the same time i need his support. i just need some god damn compassion right now before this all kills me. going to bed early tonight. the alarm will wake me at 4:40 and the horrors begin again. i hate it. i want to call my parents but would not know what to say. how do i say that i want to kill myself without actually saying it? or do i just bite the bullet and tell them how fucking bad it is? being an adult sucks. there's nobody to take responsibility for me. nobody to seek help for me. i have to fight my own corner but i suck at it. (31/8/25)
another lonely day. i know it's not true and i shouldn't be so dramatic, but my brain keeps telling me that he doesn't care. he cares, but he doesn't understand the severity of my isolation and what it's doing to me. it would be silly to assume that he would when i haven't told him properly. but it's something i want to talk about in person, which i have not been able to as we both have been sick. i do wish he would text more though. two days in a row now i have made sure everything in my home looks good and tidy, because i have been expecting him to come over. that's on me i guess, as no plans were actually made. just hopes that we would see each other this weekend. maybe he doesn't miss me as mush as he thought he would, now that he's been away from me for almost 10 days. i guess time will tell. i feel like shit anyway. there was some ruckus in the stairwell today, and it scared me. it was very loud, and kept going for quite a long time. voices, stuff bashing around. i was convinced that it had to do with me somehow, and i hid away in my bed. nothing happened, but it stressed me out pretty bad. everything scares me now. my paranoia is getting worse by the day. it would be nice if boyfriend could come over tomorrow so that i could talk about it with him before bein surrounded by people in school on monday. i have had so much time to think this past week. not about anything nice, or not much anyway. i have come to the conclusion that everyone should be grateful i was not born a man. i don't think i would have been a very good one. my father has only bred destructive beings into the world, and i believe that if i was a boy raised by him, i would have grown up to perpetuate the violence that runs in my blood towards others, instead of myself as i do now. come to think of it, your past is really not an excuse for much of anything. my grandmother was an alcoholic. my father became one. i am not one. my abusive ex lost his virginity while passed out drunk, assaulted by an older girl. he did the same to me. i have not and will not do that. it's not that hard not to hurt people in these quite extreme ways. breaking thr cycle is what i'm trying to do. even if i have to bite off every part of myself that might drive me to evil, but i think i may already have done that. (30/8/25)
no boyfriend today, sadly. got a lot done though. vacuumed, did the dishes and cleaned a bit more in the bathroom, went to pick up the used maths book that i had ordered, and then got on the bus to the next town in order to do some shopping. it felt alright. being on the bus gave me a headache, but i need to stop eating ibuprofen every day, so i just had to suck it up. bangs and nails are trimmed. my hands are mine, androgynous, and you can see my eyebrows again. i have a girl face, unfortunately, so i can't pass as sexless. the phone call. it went well. i think she understood this time, even though i held back a little bit. i believe the real kicker for her was when i said that i always feel as if someone is outside my door, trying to get in. i did not have to cry, but i've done that anyway today. the last track on Ethel Cain's new album sure does hit me in places i didn't even know existed, and that's why i love her. more about what i just said, stress causes paranoia, that breeds with my constant fear that i have done something wrong and that someone is mad at me for it. they're trying to get in so that they can yell at me, or worse. i keep seeing stuff in the corner of my eye. there it was, just now. oh well. it will calm down when i can rest my brain. which isn't now, but i can live like this for another month. i'm at an awkward spot with how my body looks. most of my clothes are just slightly too big or slighty too small. not in the way where it looks like a fashion choice, just that i'm wearing the wrong size. i don't like it. the pants i tried on two days ago do button and zip now. it does not look good yet. like sausage casing. not good. but it will not be long until they fit comfortably again, for the first time in two years. something about me has changed. i have been catching myself looking forward to winter. i am a veteran winter hater usually, so i don't know what gives. maybe the fact that it is already dark and cold early in the evenings now, so skipping forward to winter already would speed up the process and bring summer back sooner. maybe. (29/8/25)
not much today. ordered some health products, received mail. i did the dishes, and cleaned the bathroom. tomorrow i will vacuum the floors and rugs, it needs to be done. also, hair removal. i usually don't bother, but felt it was time for some gardening. i must trim my bangs as well, but that's a job for tomorrow. tonight i'm going to trim my nails. they have grown uncomfortably long during my time of illness. it seems to be almost over now, no more clogged nose, slimy lungs or dizzy head. this is good news, since i have to head out shopping tomorrow anyway. i weighed myself this morning, like i said i would. the result was better than i could ever have hoped for. in one week, with my regular diet and no exercise, i have lost 1.3kg. that puts me at 54kg now, which is fantastic. by the end of october i should have reached my goal, without having to work myself into an early grave for it. isn't that cool? tomorrow i'm expecting a call from staff at social rehab. she wants to speak to me about school, and i'm not sure what to say to her. i hate it with my entire being and i never want to go there again, but i can't really say that. i feel like people don't really understand how much i struggle to live and to do things, because of the way i talk about them. i try to describe my feelings in an objective and clinical manner. when i go to talk with someone who is not close to me in my personal life, i put on my "professional skin suit" and it remains on throughout the meeting. skin suit doesn't feel its emotions intensely. i do. but i leave myself at home. the sad and lonely eight year old version of me feels even deeper than regular me, but her i only come in contact with at home, so she never comes along. only skin suit. maybe some of me, but mostly skin suit. it knows that it can't say too much, or i will be put away, and we don't want that. i don't see what it could do for me. anyway, we'll see where it goes. if i can tell she doesn't understand the severity, i'll try to be more vulnerable. it would be a big ask for me to cry on the phone, but if that's what it takes, i may be able to. i hope boyfriend will come over tomorrow. i have missed touching him. maybe he'll be able to tell that i've lost weight. part of me wants to bring it up because i'm so proud, but i don't want him to see how childishly excited i get about it. and i don't want him to worry. if he comes over, i won't post here tomorrow, as he will likely stay the night. (28/8/25)
called the vet today, since i'm technically still a cat owner. just to get more of his meds prescribed. it was scary, i do not like calling. felt like the woman i spoke to knew something was not right with me, the way she talked to me. she was right. i had no idea what to say, even though it was really nothing complicated at all. i had not spoken since monday. before then not since friday. the isolation is doing my head in. i don't know why, but being alone against my will like this just makes me crave violence in a way i don't feel otherwise. maybe it's the lack of stimulation that drives my mind to the extremes. it makes me want to eat myself alive, but i have managed not to. tried on some clothes today. because of boredom mainly, but also to clear some stuff out of my closet. i own a lot of clothes and i need to get rid of the garments i don't use. put on a pair of pants, and in one of the pockets i found the bandage they put on my arm in the emergency room after blood tests a few months ago. i forgot that i ever saved it. it's on the table, next to my laptop as i am typing this. will put it on a shelf later. i was very surprised to see just how much body mass i must have lost. so many pieces look unflattering to me now. baggy, they hang off of me, so i'll just sell them. i could use the money, and the clothes are nice. tomorow i'm going to weigh myself and see what i'm gonna get. hoping for 55kg, just because it's a nice whole number, and it's one i haven't seen in a couple years now. i tried on a pair of pants i wore to a doctor's appointment at my lowest weight. they wouldn't button or zip, but i still got them on all the way, which i never would have thought. it was a nice surprise. i'm expecting them to fit properly in about 3 weeks. maybe on my next therapy appointment, 18/9, i can wear them. i had to reschedule it. it would have been this last monday, 25/8, but i had already fallen ill by then, as we know. i have waited too long already, and now i will have to wait even longer. it's nobody's fault, but i cant deal with it as well as i used to. when i can go outside again, it will feel better. (27/8/25)
the sickness will not loosen its grip on me. had a burning pain in my throat last night, and it had gotten worse by the time i woke up. i think it woke me. what's more, i think i have an umbilical hernia. a week or so ago, i was listening to a horror podcast. it's great company, not too scary usually. one story was about a woman who wanted to see how deep her belly button was, and discovered a hernia. she ended up trying to fix it herself and accidentally began to almost eviscerate herself with her own hands. fingers wrapped around her spine and such. nasty stuff. anyway, the following day before a shower, i decide to just have a feel of mine. my belly button that is, not my spine. and i feel a lump in it. it has been stressing me out ever since. online it says to try pushing it back in yourself, but it doesn't seem to move at all, and i don't want to apply more pressure. i haven't sought out medical advice for it yet, but i think i will have to at some point, even if it's not dangerous. i just can't stand the thought of it being there and potentially growing, i'd rather have it fixed surgically. it would be my first surgery, so at least i would gain one new experience. i also want to try breaking a bone, maybe a rib, but that's something for another day. onto something else, gender stuff. i'm not out of the closet as non-binary or agender, or genderfluid or whatever, yet. not in real life. my boyfriend knows, but he's one of very few. i tell him often that i wish i was a boy, but i'm not even sure if that's true. i don't connect fully to the masculine. i don't connect fully to the feminine either, but i have been wearing the costume for so long that it feels familiar. i don't wear nail polish anymore, or grow my nails long. i painted them for a family gathering earlier this month, but it didn't feel like me. i removed it the next day. i do wear makeup sometimes, but that's because i think i look boring without it. a cool outfit needs a cool face, for the sake of balance, that's all. i love skirts and dresses, but clothing isn't gendered anyway. i wish people didn't decide for me what i am when they see me. (26/8/25)
i've been away for a long while, but i have not forgotten about you. i would never. a lot has happened since, read my update in the biography tab if you want to know all about it. right now i'm sick, seems almost to be a trend for me when i come on here to write. or maybe i just get sick a lot. i do. i have money now. this apartment is mine, my ex is my neighbor. we managed to be good friends for a long while after he officially moved out in october, but since he found out i had fallen in love with someone else, he doesn't want to see me anymore. it kind of sucks to be honest, but i know this had to happen. new boyfriend is great. i love him so much, not in a way that i thought would ever come to me. i would not have dared to hope, but sometimes you get lucky. it feels pure and natural. he loves me like i was his wife and his child and his pet all at the same time. he is my guardian angel and i do my best to be his. for a while i had a cat. actually, it was almost ten months. time sure does pass. it has been a blur, most of it. i love kitty, i took him over from a neighbor who was moving, but i could not emotionally provide for him. the lack of sleep and freedom was killing me. so when i had applied to and gotten into a school, i decided that he would have to move. he would be far too lonely if he was left in my apartment for eight hours a day. he now lives with another one of my neighbors. she already had a cat, so he has a friend to play with when she's away. school has started, and i hate it. it stresses me out to the point that i haven't felt hunger in two or three weeks. i know it's time to eat when i start feeling sick. i need to drop out, and go back to social rehab. good to be back here. oh, and i've cut my hair short again. the hatred of more-than-shoulder-length hair persists. (25/8/25)
i've been away for a little while. first i was housesitting, and then my ex stayed over at the apartment for two days. i can't write when he's here. he just throws me off a lot of the time. i feel like i can't do anything without him watching. yesterday he told me that he wanted to talk. that is always a bad thing. either i'm getting flamed for something insignificant, or he tells me something i don't want to hear. this time, it was the latter. he's still in love with me. yes, we know this. but there's more. apparently, he will never get over me. he will never be as happy with someone else as he was with me. he doesn't even want to be with anyone else. if i told him that there was a chance that we could be together again in 10 years, he'd wait for me. he said that he just wants to be with me. that we don't even have to have sex. that thinking of me with someone else makes him sick. no. i told him no, as softly as i could. i'm not attracted to him. we don't go together as people anymore. and last but not least, i don't want to live in celibacy forever. i'm sick of it. but i would never, ever, not even once let him take me to bed again. the thought makes me sick. knowing that he would if i was to allow it, makes me sick. i hope he changes his mind. i hope he gets over me, and soon. when he leaves for school, he won't see me again for a long while. he will see new people. maybe someone can catch his eye and take him off my hands. i value him as a friend, my only real life friend, but i can't deal with this. i won't be able to live my own life with the knowledge that he is like this. when i'm ready to see someone else, i want the freedom to do so. it's not like i don't understand. he's mourning the end of the relationship and that's fine, but he doesn't have to tell me all this. i know what i want to pursue and that's what i'll do when i can. if he hates me for it then, i guess that's just how it will have to be. i don't own him and he doesn't own me, no matter how much he would like to. (10/7/24)
it turns out i very much did catch a cold on my trip. bronchitis most likely. i've been very sick, but now i'm well again. as well as i can be at this time. i may have recovered from the physical illness, but i'm still in love, and that is a much heavier cross to bear. i met with my therapist yesterday for the first time in a month. i had a lot to say. i told her a little bit about how i feel for this man. not everything, i don't want to be locked up, even if that's what i deserve. she just knows what i want to hear. i told her that while my ex was telling me that he's still in love with me, all i could think about was another man, but that i had to lie and say that i don't want to be in a relationship. that i'm fine on my own. she asked "oh, you like him?" yes, he was very sweet, i said. and he was. so very very sweet. i could go on about that forever, and it's likely that i will. i don't have anything else to do. but i won't do that here. i will create a poetry section on this site and put my sappiest stuff there. it won't rhyme. that's just not what i do. words can go together in many different ways. i've really missed writing. being sick and very tired showed me that it's not optional anymore. it's not just for fun. i have to do it. i don't have a choice anymore. anyway. my therapist said that maybe he thought i was very beautiful, and that him and I will talk more next time. i'm hoping she's right. either way, i owe it to myself to make a move on him in some way. at the very least, i want him to know that i think he has a beautiful smile. i can't even put it into words right now, but i've got time. i just can't go on like this forever. i think i need to start getting into playing instruments. it would give me something to do in the meantime, and us something to talk about. i don't know if we really have anything in common, except for toothy smiles. his is prettier than mine. i'll get him in the end. and i'll treat him so well. i just need to work on myself so i can be the person he deserves. i could never forgive myself if he gives me a chance and i end up hurting him. this is getting too long. i've missed writing here, and i thank everyone who comes here to read. i need to get started on the poetry section now. (4/7/24)
i think i caught a cold or something on my trip. my throat hurts. i wasn't expecting anything else, since i was so close to people i've never met before, and some (one specific person) who i would very much love to meet again. i went to the store, so at least i've got food at home now and i don't have to buy anything else until next week. it seems that i've become afflicted with a new problem. feelings. emotions, if you will. it's painful. i'm not enjoying it, but i don't really want it to go away either. i suppose it gives me a sense of purpose, and something to daydream about. i keep thinking that maybe, when we see each other again, he will tell me that he remembers me, and that seeing me that night meant something to him, just like seeing him meant everything to me. i can't seem to get over it. how he looked at me with those eyes. how his face lit up when he smiled, and how his hand felt on my shoulder. the fabric of his sweater against my skin. i want to wear it. i want to be reminded of what he smelled like. what his hair felt like against my face. i have never felt this way for a person i don't actually know before. but he talked to me like he knew me. he touched me like i was a friend of his. oh how it hurts. it really does. i know i won't be able to think about anything else for months now. the only thing i'm going to focus on is making myself prettier, so i can really blow him away next time. life is beautiful, but only when i'm close to him. (17/6/24)
hi friends. i got back home last night, and i've had such a blast. i haven't been this happy in years. not since i had just met my ex-boyfriend. i had not had as much fun as i did friday night, since i attended a festival with my then best friend and saw Lana Del Rey at age 15. the haircut turned out great. it's really short, but it fits my face. i found the perfect top for the show too, didn't flash anyone, and i got to stand right at the front when my favorite band was on stage. i was so close to the lead singer that i got his sweat all over me. they played my favorite song and i sang along. it was truly magical. i bought a tee and an enamel pin. i'll put it on my jacket later. they gave out postcards for free, so i took one. now for the really special part. i was the only one who wanted anything signed, so they did it just for me. i got to talk to them. i will admit, i've got a little crush on the lead singer, and i have for a while. he looked so pretty when i first saw him come out on stage. prettier than he does in all the pictures and videos i've seen of him. he started talking to me, asking if i liked the show, and said he saw me there at the front. the music was so loud in there that we had to lean in and talk directly into each other's ears. i told him that i loved it, and that i had been looking forward to it for a long time. he smiled so wide at me. it was one of the most beautiful sights i have ever laid my eyes on. then my ex took a picture of me with the entire band. the singer put his arm around my shoulder. his hand felt so warm on my skin. the picture turned out really nice. he smiled in it. i have never seen him smile in a picture with a fan before. i've set it as my desktop background. he gave me a hug before me and my ex went back to the hotel. he smelled so good. i wanted him to hold me forever. i can't wait to see them again. i hope they'll recognize me then. i lost my cigarettes somewhere that night, but that doesn't matter. i got something much more meaningful instead. if life can be this beautiful, i never want to die. (16/6/24)
as usual these days, i'm exhausted. i've been preparing for the trip. it starts tomorrow, and i'll be back home on sunday. the janitor is coming in here tomorrow when i'm not here, so i had to tidy up and clean the entire apartment. i'd feel embarrassed otherwise, knowing that he'd see the mess that was here prior. now it looks nice. i'll be coming home to a clean apartment. future me will be happy. current me just wants to go to bed. i have to get up at 6 tomorrow. it is currently 10 pm. i should take my sleeping pill soon, so i can go to bed before midnight. i'm getting my hair cut by a professional tomorrow. i've been looking forward to that for a long time now. a new look and no more hair in the way all the time. i won't have to tie it back every time i want to do somehting. i just hope and pray that short hair fits me. i should have the face to pull it off, but it's hard to say. also, i have to look in the thift shops for a top that i can wear at the rock show on friday. nothing i own is appropriate. i want something black, tight, and not much coverage. people there don't know me, and my chest is flat anyway, so i'm not worried about accidentally flashing someone. i painted my nails red today. it looks cute despite the hair dye stuck underneath. i'll just have to keep them painted until they've grown out and i can trim off the parts with the dye on them. (12/6/24)
i'm so tired. i haven't really done anything today but that doesn't seem to matter at all. well, i did make a phone call to set up an appointment to get my nexplanon implant switched out for a new one, so at least i won't have to worry about that anymore. i just hope the concentration remains high enough in my body until the new one comes into full effect. i don't want another 6-month period. i wouldn't be able to afford iron supplements and pads right now. today i've begun to feel a profound loneliness. it will likely persist for a while. i felt free after breaking up, but now i want someone to love me like that again. it's just an illusion, i have to remind myself of that. it's because things are going wrong in my life and i want someone to distract me from that. when i get my stuff sorted, hopefully it will go away. when my life feels more fulfilling, i won't be yearning for anyone else. or so i hope, anyway. yesterday i set a picture of my best friend as the homescreen on my phone. they once described our friendship as "vaguely homoerotic" and i do agree. if i never yearn for anyone ever again, i will still yearn for them. they help me through each day of this life that feels so unlivable. it will all be worth it as long as i get to spend my days with them. that's the only future i'm willing to fight for. nothing else has ever mattered to me more. (10/6/24)
i voted today. it was eu-election day and i voted for the green party. it had been 2 years since i last voted. it makes me nervous. i've spent the weekend with my ex. we had a good time. no arguing. he mentioned once that i could move back in with my parents if my financial situation becomes too dire. no i can't. i'd be dead within a month. also, i wouldn't be able to see him, or his family, or my therapist, or invite my online friends into my home, so there would be no reason for me to stay alive to begin with. i'm messaging my mother as i type this. she says that they'll help me pay my rent if needed, as long as i pay them back later. i feel like crying and i'm not sure why. i didn't want it to come to this, but it did. my parents bought my sister a house. since then i've told myself and others that i was never going to let myself end up in that situation. but i did. it feels like shit, but the choice is between that and living on the street. and the third option, suicide. i'm gonna try to avoid that one, even if it's getting increasingly temping. i'm not done here yet. now that i finally know what i want to do, i can't give up. anyways. my ex helped cut my hair. it doesn't look very nice, but it doesn't need to. i dyed it today. i don't know what it looks like from the back, but i hope it's even. the color looks good on me. i've really missed having darker hair. also, i don't need to worry about not being able to lose weight for the trip next week. i don't have enough food to last me until thursday, unless i ration it. that's what i'll do. today i only had breakfast, and i'll do the same on wednesday. (9/6/24)
i can't seem to actually lose any weight. my body changes, the number does not. maybe it's stress? maybe i need to switch up my diet? i actually did that today a little bit. i bought 50 grams of roasted and salted peanuts and some sliced honedew. it was nice. i hadn't had fruit at all since april i think, so it's been a while. i hope it does something to help me lose a little bit. i hope it's not stress because i can't change that. wouldn't it be ironic if i'm plateauing due to stress about the trip i'm urgently trying to lose weight for in the first place? oh well. maybe i just have to be thankful for the fact that i look lighter than i am and stop worrying so much. i look nice, i do. usually i don't really see it in myself, not my body at least, but i look normal. not fat. i am not fat. i'm closer to being underweight than overweight, but i still feel like people see me as larger than average, even though i'm not. i'm glad that others can look at me in a more objective manner than i can look at myself. other people, at least some, find me attractive. above average. i don't know whether most of them have said it because they mean it, or because they want to charm me in an attempt to get in my pants. so far it has only worked for one guy, so it's not a very effective method. anyway, i washed my hair again today. this is because i'm going to dye it on sunday, and it's not supposed to be fully clean when i dye it. but, i still want it to be semi-clean on saturday, because i'm going to cut it then, and keep it in a bag to make something from. maybe a bracelet or something nice to put on the wall. i have several bags of hair in a drawer in this apartment, and some in my old room as well. i miss my old room. my crt-tv and my little bed. and all the stuff still on the shelves. i haven't forgotten about it. (6/6/24)
my ex refused to stay at the psychiatric hospital last night, and he didn't want to be at his mom's house, so he came here instead. it was after 10 pm, and he left before 10 am this morning, so i didn't mind. he doesn't seem to want to argue with me anymore, which is nice, since i will likely be helping him housesit for his mom this weekend. i went for a walk today, without a bandaid or anything on my foot, just a sock. it didn't hurt at all. and i can shower with both feet in the bathtub now. oh how i have missed being able to clean myself properly. i got a letter yesterday that i forgot to write about here. i applied for disability in mid-april, and was told that it would take around 4 months until a decision would be made. here i was, thinking that i would start receiving money in august, and finally be able to start my own life, not having to depend on others. but now i've found out that nobody has even been assigned to my case yet, and nobody will be for another 2-4 months. this means that it may take 8 months until i start getting money, so i'm gonna be stuck in my current situation for a great while longer, unless i can get some help from my local social services. that is, if it's even allowed to have applications pending for 2 different kinds of benefits at a time. i don't know. i just want to live, if that's not too much to ask. apparently, it is. (5/6/24)
i exercised today for the first time in a week. it felt good, but god do i hate indoor biking. it's boring. it hurts after a while. i much prefer walking, but walking burns less calories so i prioritize biking. today i did both, but the walk was short. i just wanted to make sure that my foot felt alright to walk on with my running shoes, and it did, so i'm happy about that. now i don't have to sit inside all day. i don't even have to wear a bandaid on my foot while i'm inside anymore. maybe now i'll be able to sleep for more than 6 hours every night, hopefully. i was going to have dinner with my ex today, not the same food, at the moment i only eat what i've made myself, but i was supposed to bring my food over there and we'd eat together. that did not happen. i'm not sure why, but he's on his way to the psychiatric hospital again. so i ate alone. i don't mind. at least he's going to get some help. he needs it. (4/6/24)
i went to therapy this morning. it was good. i love my therapist. we always laugh together almost no matter what we talk about. sometimes she feels like a much wiser friend. she says she enjoys listening to me talk. and i wore shoes for the first time since wednesday. my foot is healing. it didn't even hurt to walk. soon i'll only need to bandage it when i'm going out. i was afraid that it wouldn't heal in time for my little vacation on the 13th, but sometimes things do go the way you want them to. "something's gotta turn out right", like Alice in Chains said. i made soup today. the stuff at the bottom of the pot got burnt, and that made me a bit sad, but the rest of it was good. now i don't have to think about dinner again until next monday. what should i eat next monday? maybe something fun, or maybe just canned soup. i don't know. we'll see. i wore denim shorts today. my thighs are unshaven but it doesn't matter. the more i start living for what i like to do, the less things like that matter. i used to want a nose job to get rid of the little hump. now i don't. it looks the way it looks and it fits my face and i can breathe just fine most of the time. i used to want to get my boobs done. oh how i wished that they would grow when i was in my early teens. did they? not really, but i used bras anyway because i wanted to feel grown up. now i don't mind my flat chest. i don't need to use bras, so i don't. not even sports bras if i'm just exercising the way i usually do. besides, i'm too scared to go under the knife anyway. i've never had surgery and i don't want to. as long as my body parts function the way i need them to, i'll just let them be. and i won't shave my arms like i started doing when i was 10, or my pubes like i started doing when i was, what, 13? the only parts i've kept shaving on and off since the age of 17 are my legs. i wax my armpits sometimes, and tend to the bush in various ways when i feel like it. i come as i am and as i want to be, and that's just the way it's going to be. i never want to bend to someone else's preferences again. (3/6/24)
we made up over the phone yesterday and he slept here last night. we agreed that nothing is only one person's fault, and that we had been fighting for each other at different points. when i did, he couldn't see it. when he did, i couldn't see it. we've been busy inside our own heads, with our own problems, unable to see anything else. it was okay having him over, no more arguing. i don't have the energy for it. he's away today with his dad's family, and won't be back until after midnight, so i'm alone today. will try to get some stuff done. i'm greasy and the dishes have been piling up. i'm the only one who does them, and i suppose thats fine, at least i know they're done properly. my foot doesn't hurt to walk on anymore, hopefully that means it's healing quickly, despite my poor circulation and calorie deficit. on the topic of calorie deficit, i have lost half a kilogram since thursday. it is now sunday. i'm pleased with this. i feel quite weak, but i likely have a fever right now, so that may be why. and i might not be drining enough water. i don't feel thirsty because i'm not exercising right now like i'm used to doing. either way, i will try to get 6 glasses of water in every day. i don't feel like it. it doesn't taste good toe. i'll just have to power through. i must wash my hair today, and take a bath or shower without getting my foot wet. how? i'll figure it out. that's what i do. (2/6/24)
my ex just left the apartment. he called me before he came over to say that he was angry and wanted to speak to me. that made me nervous. he said that he was sick of paying my bills. i left everything to move here and be with him, but he doesn't understand that. it doesn't matter how many times i tell him that i'm ashamed of letting him pay for me, or that he knows that i have no money. it's not my fault that my psychologist and my doctor agree that i can't work. they're trying to help me to get on disability, but it takes time. what am i supposed to do, sell off my belongings? sell myself? he's mad because i feel backed into a corner whenever he's here. becuse i feel trapped unless i'm alone. because i need time to heal by myself. he doesn't even want to be here. he says that he hates being at his mom's house, but that he hates being here even more. he says that he was the only one putting in effort to make our relationship work. oh really? what was i doing when i hid my issues away from him because i knew he was too fragile to hear about them? when i did all the houseworked and cooked all the food (always 2 different dishes. i was on a 200 calorie a day diet at the time, but still kept the home in pristine condition), and he never thanked me even once until it broke me down to the point that i cried about it? who did all his dishes and wiped every stain and crumb of his off from the table when he was "doing too badly to clean up after himself"? who cleaned the toilet that only he has ever used since we moved in? who supported him through his suicide attempt while dealing with my own problems? i did. all he has ever done is pay the bills, not because he works, but because he's on disability. and here he comes, telling me that i take all his energy and that he's been too nice to me. when i start getting money of my own, he will never have to see me again. i hope he'll be happy about losing the only one who ever accepted him for who he was, even at his lowest points. the one who defended him when he family were on his ass about not doing enough. if that's what he wants, that's what he gets. if i have to be alone, i'll be alone. i can take it. i made him who he is today, but he doesn't want to acknowledge that. he doesn't have to, but that's the truth. maybe i am better off without him after all. (1/6/24)