sunday resets.

13;14, 19 April 2026

Woke late. Morn already gone, tucked away till tomorrow. Spent all of yesterday rotting away inside as my insides rotted. The type of hangover that makes you believe you’ll never drink again. The only bit of sun I soaked in was from the balcony as [Redacted], [Redacted 2], [Redacted 3], and I waited for our takeaway in between movies. ‘Cause God knows we weren’t going to make food. I wasn’t anyway. Don’t even have any food right now. Desperately need to do a food shop. Clean my room. Laundry. Clean my shower. Clean my sins. My uniform needs to be ready for the morning.

Cried in the bathroom for God-only-knows-how-long thinking about [———-]. I think I have conditioned myself to only cry in the dark bathroom of my cosy college room. Cry till my eyes are sore and my brain dries out. Need to sink to the shower floor, soak and scrub the last week off of me. I do love Sunday resets, even when I find myself terribly lazy or hungover. I need to clean. I need to get food. I need to call my mother. I need to see a priest pretty soon. Tried to go into a church on the route home after work the other day. The days are longer now, but the sun had set, and the church closed. Go figure. I always find myself wanting to just sit in the pews when church is closed. I need to confess. I need to be calmer. I need to work harder. I need to love less. I need to forgive more. Average Sunday thoughts floating around. Convinced I can sort out my entire life in one day. Do this every Sunday, terrible cycle. That I will repeat next week.