Revival of my blanket time
It says to "Go ahead, put anything," so I guess I could try. It wouldn't hurt, I suppose.
Well, hi. I'd like to go by Bok for no logical reason other than it was the first word that came when I was thinking of a username. I'm practicing on not dwelling over my thoughts too much. It has created such an overthinking, anxious, and depressed knot in my stomach.
I guess I could tell you a little about myself. Hm, I enjoy daydreaming to such an extent that I have difficulty fully connecting with reality (I'm also working on that). I like reading, but only when I want to and not when uni makes me. I work a full-time job but have been attempting to pay off some debts with overtime because I'm a bit of an impulse spender (I'm working on this by working... heh. The more I work, the less I spend because I'm too tired to do anything else). The color yellow has recently become my favorite color. I love cats, I have two brothers, and our dad died when I was a teenager. I love to talk about him. His memories are where I've put all the love I have for him.
I have friends, a handful are my best friends, but I'm terrible at consistent communication, so I understand why I only have a handful. I don't mean that to sound sad. I actually prefer it that way because I'm terribly introverted and shy.
Right now, I am re-reading "Solitaire" by Alice Oseman because after digging through six shelves of books for a "depressy" book, this was my choice. I know that sounds bad, looking for a sad book, but I consider my Persistent Depressive Disorder to be a blanket. I take it off when I can, but it's always there to lay over me when I break down. I suppose I have an unhealthy relationship with Blanket. Maybe I should work on that too, but later, I guess. Blanket feels nice right now.
Anyway, I've typed enough for now. I'm sure I'll be back later on. Tori always inspires me to blog. My therapist once told me I should write more because I used to and doing it made me feel better, even if I'm the only one who reads it. But if you happen to read it and have a Blanket of your own, it would be nice to know I'm not the only one with a strong grip on mine.
I hope you have a day, as someone once said to me.
Bok out!















