Since my parents returned, I am living in some kind of parallel universe. Living a life that cant possibly be mine. Surely in my real life, the one that I have when I just wake up from this complete nightmare, is happy and healthy? This isnt it, right? We are living in such extremes, nothing is ever little or not that bad. I just cannot believe this anymore.

When I work, I smell “drunk” people all over the place, already in the early morning hours. And I think, they surely must have problems too? Maybe mine arent really that bad?

I met some INSANE woman Friday, who wants to report to one of the upper chefs about me, even though I didnt do anything wrong, quite the contrary, because I am maybe too correct and too friendly? Is this what happens when you are not an asshole? Possibly loose your job?

I am sure I just need to adjust my adaption level and I am fine again?

Movement! It is an Halloween Aisha…