heyyy this is my cozy little journal corner on the web 🌙 i’m naz and i build robots & dreams. stay a while.
I have officially a blog now and it is super cuter (i know you have eyes and probably wondered the same). I wonder when I am able to add my pictures.
I am so against working everyday. What is the meaning of this endless cycle?
I want to taste the sweetness of my life like how I taste my chocolate. How can I do this?
I have tried numerous ideas and theories and I’m still on the journey. The key factors I have learned are:
✧ Make it personal using your creative side to help you design the life you have dreamed of.
✧ New things, don’t be afraid to shake things up. The mystery of solving how the formula works will excite you.
✧ Not giving up and documenting your process. Fight your inner demons by staying consistent.
✧ Landmarks and resets! I have small ones daily and weekly checkpoints too.
✧ Systems aren’t my favorite thing, but I can make them fun and weird in my own way.
✧ Hobbies? Talents? Distractions? Know your quirks. Mine is this blog.
✧ I write stories every week to cope and celebrate. It's giving ✨storyteller bot queen✨.
✧ Prep + plan. Even lazy geniuses need blueprints.
8 hours. That’s all you need. Then sleep, scroll, or dream. But show up for you first.
I feel awful. i have yet to submit an assignment this year am i failing? no im not failing, this is the beginning of my scene that i am setting.
i went out rolled up weed in my pocket inside my jacket. i try smoking it but nothing really happens because i already bit into the filter. i bite my jaw shut when i am afraid. im afraid that i'll lose my freedom by smoking this grass. which i had done the past year. i want to blame the weed but it isn't that. i tried everything in the book to learn about myself. i want this lifestyle. i need this. how could i be so dense? well i am not. im just blinded, by the time. i mean i can calculate it perfectly. but im unaware the huge leakage there is in my time perception. if i just give away 8 hours of my day without weed surely i'd be alright right? i hate that i can't watch my movie and do the assignment (it just dawned on me that i could listen to reddit scary stories and do them) i like my grass.
i feel sad
i think im single now back to square one. atleast it was long distance. so i can act like it never happened. i wish it never happened. i showed a side of me i promised not to. all men are really rats. they come and get a piece of you until they full of it and go wander somewhere else to get another piece of bit. anyways i feel numb i think i feel sad but this is perfect. i have an exam in 3 days. i will ace it. what a fool i was thinking i needed a rat in my life.
