Journal; October 17th or 18th

 

Dear diary


Today, I ate at 12am. First time in my life giving up to the growling stomach almost midnight. Usually, I just ignore and force my self to sleep then wake up with migraine. But tonight, 11.45 got hungry, checked shopee food, cancel the intention to order, and cook instead. 11.50 started cooking, 12.50 finished everything including the dish, all while keeping up with One Piece episodes I left off.. 😎

I'm proud of me. A new me just reborn.


Bogor, 17th Oct switching to 18th. Oh and its 2026.


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