I Yearn For Travel

Dear Diary,

    

    Ughhhhhhh, I want to travel so badly! I'm so bored here in Louisiana, and since I can't work, there's nothing to do. The inner nomad in me yearns for a new adventure. 

    One of my friends from freshman year lives in San Francisco. I've been missing her for a while now, and now that I somewhat have the funds to travel, I've been thinking of coming up to see her. 

    The tarot cards have been telling me to reconnect with past friends, so I think this is a sign that I need to take. 

    I'll keep y'all updated if I end up going!

Stay weird,

    Manic

UGH, job!

 Dear Diary,

    Today marks the 8th day since I've been drug tested, and I'm still waiting. For an update, last week at work (last Monday to be exact) I passed out on the job. Not like fall asleep, like PASS OUT pass out. 

    I did what any person would do, I went to the nurse's station, and told them what happened. They took my vitals and blood sugar, and then they wanted me to take a drug test. 

    This was a bad idea.

    So... I might have a little marijuana in my system. I have a medical card, and even my therapist recommended I get one for my depression and anxiety. But, since I work in a hospital setting, that might not matter. 

    I took the drug test, they sent it to the lab, and now I am anxiously waiting for the results to come back. I'm scared I might be fired. There could be many factors that could play into me not being fired. I do my job, and do it with a smile on my face. And also, we are severely understaffed. 

UGH!

    The waiting game sucks, but I remain to have hope.

Stay weird,

    Manic

September 14th, 2026

 Dear Diary,

    I am currently sitting in my bed, contemplating my dating life. Long story short, I downloaded a dating app on my phone in hopes of making connections with people (bad idea already).

    About a week ago, I matched with this guy who lived about an hour away from me, and after about a week of talking, we decided to meet up. Yesterday, he arrived at my apartment, and everything was fine so far. He gave me a flower (a green flag in my book), and we seemed to have so much in common. We decided to put on a movie and things escalated from there. He ended up staying the night. 

    I thought everything was going good so far. He was cute, funny, the sex was good. But it all started to go downhill. One of my biggest red flags in a person is when they say slurs, especially when they do NOT have the privilege to say so. 

    This man, a white guy btw, said the n word. I have never felt so turned off, and absolutely disgusted, in a long time. It was so odd, because he considered himself "progressive" (his words, not mine). 

*Sigh*

    It's very upsetting. I have been single for a while, so I thought that it would be nice to put myself out there and meet some people, yk? I may be feeling a little dramatic, but it makes me wonder...

    Am I done dating men?!

Stay weird,

    Manic