9:10 am

It is Day 3 of daily journaling, which I'm writing on a nice, rainy day in my cozy, little bunker while enjoying a nice cup of Peppermint tea. Rain is pouring from above my bunker, which I can hear very clearly. It reminds me of those calm videos that has the sound of rain in the background. Beautiful, huh? Right now, I'm going through my morning routine, which is going a lot smoother than yesterday. The chamomile tea helped me a lot with getting enough sleep and relieving the stomach pain. Man, this indigestion was no joke at all last night. I woke up in the middle of the night to rush to the bathroom because I have to poo real bad, and then again at five in the morning.

AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

WHY did I just write that!?! Is this journal cursed or something!?! What about my pen? Or is it my own hand? What is happening to me??? And this time, I'm not tired as I was yesterday. I can't believe I wrote that just now. Well...could this be true? Do I tend to write down whatever comes to my mind? It's like that journal entry I wrote yesterday for example, but this one is the worst so far. I recently read the previous entry this morning, and I have one thing to say about it: I totally regret writing that entry in my journal last night. I mean, just the thought of me writing it out of the blue had got me cringing to myself all morning. When I first got this journal from Poppy, she told me that I should write in it with full-time honesty, which she complimented me that I excel at very much. She's right about that, except, when I'm journaling, it seems like I write about anything. Maybe it's whenever I don't talk about what I'm thinking of inside my head I tend write whatever is on my mind on paper. Whether it's embarrassing or not. What am I going to write next? About me waking up from a nightmare, holding onto my stuffed crocodile Croco?

See what I mean? That part just came to my mind, and it DID NOT happen in real life. Overall, the moral lesson for yesterday is: Never eat dessert and drink two cups of sparkling water after having a heavy meal like Mushroom Alfredo pasta again. AND be careful what you write in your journal or you'll regret it later. Period.

Now that I've got that out of the way, what do I have to say about journaling? Yes, it helps me to talk about my day and a tiny fraction of my emotions and feelings (though it snuck out of nowhere lately). Not 100%, but it is better than nothing. I kind of enjoying the experience. But one thing I'm really excited about is the fact that the "Life of Pi" book is going great. I would recommend anyone to read this book. I can't wait to finish the book, so I can watch the movie too.

Here are my goals for the day:

1. Read more of "Life of Pi" book
2. Do Pilates
3. Play with puzzles
4. Finish my daily chores for the day

So, I'm going to stop journaling for now before I write any more embarrassing things in here, but I will journal tonight. Oh, shoot. Poppy's calling me now, probably to check on how I'm feeling. I have to go now. Bye for now.

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8:30 pm

The rest of my day went good, although it rained all day, but that didn't bother me. Not one bit because I had gone to the Cinnaholic Bakery with Poppy, which we used a wormhole to travel to get to the bakery, where it was located at North Carolina. It's warmer at Troll Village than in North Carolina, which ended being cold in temperature. So our afternoon date was so much fun, and the cinnamon buns were good too. Did I get a lot of things done today? Yes. When I got home from our date, I've done most of my chores: Cleaning the pipes, the kitchen, and the bathroom. I also scrubbed floors, dusted rooms, and organized rations and jars. Does this sound like what Cinderella does on a particular day? Anyways, I played one puzzle, did pilates (almost pulled a muscle), and read more of Life of Pi book. I learned a lot about the main character Pi Patel and how connected he was with the animals in the zoo. I don't mean to spoil the book, but it was so interesting, so I wanted to write it down immediately.

I know I was mad about what I wrote this morning, but what I like about journaling is that I can do it anytime, especially in the morning and at night, though still regret writing about my indigestion problem. I tried to tell Poppy about this, hiding the fact that I was talking about this topic. She said that this was normal and that a journal is a place to "let it all out" (No pun intended). This makes a lot of sense now. It gives me a reason why I just write whatever in my journal. Poppy shared a few experiences of when she journaled so many things that she still kind of regrets writing about them.

In conclusion, I have to just learn to get used to looking at that page of my journal. Who knows when I'll be able to get pass that moment? Maybe in a few months or so? What will happen tomorrow for Day 4? I can't wait to find out-actually no, I can't. I'm scared. I think my hand has a mind of it's own. Well, I'm going to chill and call Poppy now. I will journal for Day 4 in the morning. Goodnight.