journal entry
August 7, 12:44pm. It's a beautiful slow afternoon in my parent's house. I woke up, did a slow mindful skincare routine, made myself an iced coffee, opened my book to start reading, and realized something's missing.. it was the candle, I melted it yesterday and lost the vicar so I couldn't light it. It didn't really matter because the day was bright and sunny today, I started reading a chapter from the book, I couldn't concentrate because of the kids playing on the third floor.. they seemed happy and careless, I cannot remember the last time I felt that, So distracted by that I began to reminisce about my childhood How I always felt like the outsider, in my house, growing up, between friends and family, I always felt like I don't belong here. I would always daydream, dissociate, even when I was playing in a group of friends. I remember dreaming about being married a lot, I was obsessed with the idea of being married for some reason, being married meant fre