7 december 2025
Hoho! I time travelled and am now writing my Dec 7th post thanks to Time Zone Fuckery™!
I will try to be more cheerful and try to appreciate the nice things in my life that I am letting slide just because my friend hasn't replied to me for a whole 6+ hours. I hope she's okay, but she's done this before when she was hanging out with her ex. I am now a bit more miffed because she said she had nothing planned, I suggested a hangout and she said "maybe another day." I really shouldn't be miffed, though. Because I have the option of not being this person's friend if it hurts, and especially if it hurts more than it benefits me. My life is mine, and I need to respect myself first and foremost. (Take a shot every time I've realized that in these entries. Especially lately.) I do have to say once again, that I am omitting a lot of context that I cannot put into words, nor do I wish to. This makes sense to me, and I think that knowing the circumstances, anyone rational would also be upset. The best I can do is: this is a person who expects me to be available constantly and expects me to be a pillar of reliability and stability, but does not fulfill their end of the contract sometimes.
At around 6pm, a random Uber Eats driver dropped off food at my doorstep. This food belongs to Matthew, address unknown, phone number unknown. It is now 9pm, so I ate it. Uber Eats wouldn't let me talk to a rep, and the restaurant obviously couldn't do anything because they just fulfilled the order thru Uber Eats. Considering that the rightful owner did not show up, the driver did not return, and there was no way of contacting anyone that might be able to contact the owner, the only other destination apart from my mouth was the trash can. I like to think it was a gift from the universe for a very starving me. So starving, that it was clouding my mood. It was good Mediterranean food that I would've hated to see go to waste. If it was poisoned, I'll let you know :)))