Just a Long-ish Post

Okay, so I reread my blog up until February 20, 2018.

I don't know what to make of that. My past experiences is somehow different from now.

I feel like writing right now but I don't know what to type. lol

I need to keep typing or else this blog post would be a very short one.
I guess it would be a short one if I stop here. Okay, wait, let me think of what to post here. Maybe I should write what happened yesterday? Yeah, maybe that.

I walked all the way from work to the mall. That took 45 minutes. I was just in the mood for it since my coworker could not go home together with me. I thought I would walk straight home, even though it would take too long. I even estimated two hours, and I thought walking for two straight hours would be okay. But then I thought otherwise when I reached the mall and decided to ride a jeep home. On the jeep ride, it was boring. Not much happened. I played Wordscapes on my phone and checked Facebook every once in a while. I kept thinking "could the driver drive faster?" even though he was already driving decently compared to most drivers. I watched each landmark pass by. lol I almost typed fast by instead of passed by there. When I got home, I said "JermaaaAAaainne (our dog)" as usual and patted him. (I'm not sure if I actually did pat his head because sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. My mother was usually outside when I got home but she wasn't then so I went inside our house. I then saw her by the bathroom and greeted her. I did the usual stuff when I arrive home then played some DotA 2. My mom kept nagging that I should go to sleep already since I had a sleepless night (working the graveyard shift and all) and I got pissed. I'm always pissed when someone nags me. Haha. I guess this post is long enough now so maybe I'll end this here? Bah, I still have some time to kill.

Speaking of killing, I might kill myself soon. I kept posting that last year but well here I still am. So maybe I won't be killing myself soon. If I write it here, then maybe it'll get jinxed and I'd be reading this post next year and feel surreal again, just like I did earlier.

I'm planning on not going to my psychiatrist on my next appointment. I think it's a waste of money at this point. I'm not even buying and/or taking the meds prescribed to me. I'm not taking them because I like me better when I'm off meds. I'm more quiet when I take them. I don't smile as much like how I described myself from a previous blogpost.

I like how people get surprised when I wear makeup. Just lipstick, actually, but still, makeup in general.

I suddenly became hungry. I've been typing for minutes now. I'll end it here for now.