dribbles of journal entries from the last few days

Wednesday 3 June 2026

14;46

Had a dream [Redacted], [Redacted 2],  [Redacted 3], and I lived in my nana’s house. Before we got into the house, [Redacted 3] and I were going to steal Guitar Hero guitars from the apartment complex bins when [the bald man in the office] caught us.
Rotted most of the day away. Watched clips from Sam Reid’s Lestat concert in New York last night. Only a few more days until season three. Heated up leftover waffles from three days ago in the microwave and called it breakfast. Made a list of things to do. Showered. Rebranded and edited that website of mine. Unsure if I like it more now. Wrote a little. Goggled why am I taking so many naps. Listened to a car get clamped from my bedroom window. All tangled up in pillows and blankets because I refuse to commit to a duvet right now. Have to make my way through that list. Seeing The Boy soon. Bringing him to the Art Show. Threw on a tracksuit and got a can of Coke from the vending machine. Drank a little over 1/4 before throwing it out. Made my stomach ache.

5 June

Woke late. Morn nearly over. Opened a text from [Redacted 4] and realised I had less than an hour to be on the other side of the city. Threw on whatever all-black outfit I could. Made the mistake of reading while being in a moving vehicle. Felt sick. Terrible car sickness I have. Keep reading anyway. Felt even worse. Prayed I wouldn’t throw up. Looked out the window, trying to hum because I read somewhere that if you’re humming, you can’t throw up. Made it to the shop before [Redacted 4], which never happens because I am always late.

Bought a stray kids album on sale. Met with [Redacted 4]. Held her tight. Sat in a boba shop with our mango green tea with strawberry popping drinks. Catch up on just about everything. Work. Dating. Drama. Friends. Future. The whole lot. Every time I meet up with [Redacted 4], it feels like no time has passed at all. That we will always be what we are now, despite how much we grow. Roamed around the shops.

Monday 8 June 16:26

As I write this, I am sitting in a crate out the back of work. Second break today. Ten to seven. Long day, but grateful it isn’t a ten-to-eight. Chugging down Capri-Sun to try to prevent getting scurvy. I don’t want scurvy. Privates aren’t what they told us in storybooks growing up. I wish they were. I think if [Redacted] could swim, they’d be a pirate. They didn’t know pirates were real for the longest time. I like to think I’d be a mermaid. Deep under the sea, with a collection of trinkets. I wouldn’t have sore feet for standing all day serving the public, and I wouldn’t have to worry about schoolboys stealing stock in between their Leaving Cert exams.
Scribbled drawings onto receipts and till paper to pass the time again. New favourite little guy. I’ll include him in here, of course. New favourite hobby of mine. Drawing on receipt papers at work. Get paid to do it. I hope I get more time to draw later. Hoping the next few hours fly by.


18:51

The next few hours did not fly by. They drag me through the dirt as my nails bled. Okay, well, I was just bored. Evening shifts do that to you. Currently locked myself away in the bathroom for the last ten minutes of my shift. Did the till half an hour early. Drew a lot. Wasted a lot of this company’s time and till paper. I’ll insert my ever-growing army of little doodles. I may head out now. Found €3 in my Revolut, so I can afford milk and have cereal for dinner tonight. Some gluten-free cereal, because during my food shop, I was mid-panic-attack-out-of-body-disconnection-health kick. Five more minutes.


Bought milk. Went home. Feet sore. Took the longer way home so I could listen to more Olivia Rodrigo. Locked myself away because I didn’t have the energy to even think. Watched some YouTube videos I used to watch when I was younger to help me sleep. Had trouble sleeping a lot as a teenager and a twenty-year-old. Hoped a nap would come naturally. It didn’t.

Read some of The Boy’s work and fell in love with him all over again. I’ve read The Boys writing before, but this was different. This was personal. Held it tightly to my chest, guarding it with my bare hands and stained teeth. Never let anyone else access such a precious piece. I can’t wait to read more of The Boy’s work. I’m very lucky I can read his writings. I love his voice in every way.

Texted my Mother and was convinced I shouldn’t rot away. Went into the sitting room, immediately felt my heartbeat kick up and my stomach did kick as I saw my roommates. It shocks me sometimes. How much I love them. How the love never stills, silences or drops. It’s always there. Buzzing in the back of my mind even when they aren’t around. Bursting my ears when they touch off me or laugh a little too loudly. Sometimes I’m convinced I will burst due to this. This overwhelming feeling. Love. Raw, unfiltered love that the poets tried to describe and translate to paper. I can write love letters and poems, but it will never convey how much of this feeling towards my friends overwhelms and consumes me. Even now, as I write, I want to be with them. I can’t wait to see them again tomorrow. Anyways, played Mario Kart because it has become the house addiction. [Redacted] and [Redacted 3] ended up going to bed, leaving [Redacted 2] and me. We stayed up talking while playing Mario Kart and listening to Olivia Rodrigo. I have to be at work in less than seven hours. However, I wouldn’t change it for a thing.