Woke up ate lunch with mango juice, then 4 pieces of chocolate and lots of cold water. My stomach finally punishing me for having a kid’s taste palette. Then had a small nap while waiting for everyone to finish getting ready and the pain subsided. Went to the mall with family, things are awkward with my sis’ bf, as always. Saw the mall’s new extension, looks cool. Waited for dinner asking them the difference of an impulsive and intrusive thought, trying to lean over the rails to see how high up we are (failed — I’m afraid of heights), kid running around. Lots of cute babies, I was looking at one going down the escalator and the mom stared at me really hard. When a table was finally free we ate by the air conditioning and food got cold, but I don’t really mind. We talked about ice skating which I’m excited for.

When we went home I was weirdly hyper but also kind of dizzy? Sleepy? Tried to go to sleep early but didn’t really work, we slept in the other room and maybe the bed was too new for me to fall asleep. I tried going back to my maladaptive daydreaming days when going to sleep would be the best part of my day because of my storylines..it was fun for a while but when the story ‘ended’ it kinda felt like a waste of time and just made me cringe at myself. I stopped liking inserting myself into stories since somewhere around the start of pandemic, when I learned meditation and I graduated from wattpad then discovered ao3. What a time. So after the failed imaginary story I went looking for a fic to read, found nothing. Watched what we do in the shadows and eventually went to sleep.