August 6th, 2025 - I Doctor Who'd. Oh god I'm Doctor Whoing everywhere, ughhhh, ughhhh, I'm Doctor Whoing. I Doctor Who'd.

Haiiiii!!!! 26 here. (Technically not until 11:32pm, So really I'm the last of 25's regeneration energy) I crashed tf out this morning. My alarm changed at some point to some weird ahh ringtone; I ignored it three times over. When I finally did wake up my teeth were what came first. Kimi was missing from the bed but he found me in the washroom. My head heavier than any weight I carry at the gym. It drooped, bobbled up and down; every ounce of restraint was used to keep it from falling. I fed Kimi his lil food and headed out the door. The drive was fine, I sang the hell out of Peidmont by Destroy Boys. I took a detour to make sure I got into the parking lot as 26 by Paramore was playing. Hayley blasted through my speakers, "They say that dreaming is free, But I wouldn't care what it cost me" My mantra. I broke. The tears shot from my eyes like bullets, they flood my face and my heart gave out shorty after. The tears turned to sobs and the sobs turned into a scream, gutteral, agonizing, scared. I breathed heavy, the hot air clung to my cars windows and glass fogged up. I created my own translucent wall to keep out any onlookers. I composed myself the best I could, I walked into the building and could hear my coworkers, they sounded bright, cheerful, happy. I would not bring them down. I slinked into one of the backrooms and looked myself over, I willed away the redness of my eyes, the snot in my nose and the hoarse in my throat. I looked like Cassie in that Euphoria scene. I smiled, I practiced smiling. I didn't like it but I knew it was acceptable. I loaded up a youtube video for MLG Airhorn sounds so I could have my own fanfare. I stepped into the kitchen without playing the fanfare. I was greeted kindly, my coworkers and friends had decorated my station, they wished me the happiest of birthdays. My head was still wrong, still uneasy. The day progressed and my mood lightened, by the time lunch rolled around I was different. The 25 that woke up was gone and 26 began to take control. I sat and ate with Jen and Mark. Annjelette said she would be coming back soon, Roy came down to join us. We only chatted for a minute before I could see Jo in the reflection of the dining area. I smiled. There was a worry that he wouldn't be there. I was so happy that Mark was there, that Annjelette, that Roy. To miss Jo would be like missing the sun. I think he and I have grown distant since he's switched his schedule around but he still carries extra joy to give whenever he's around. My heart was full. My friends sang me Happy Birthday and my heart was full. We sat and talked, and we sat and we talked, and we sat and we talked. I enjoyed it. The cake was oreo and I had vanilla and chocolate ice cream on the side (Very nice, expensive Ice Cream) I forgot to mention; my face was plastered everywhere. Me in a little red bowtie was put on the walls of every surface, not even the safe was safe from me. In an attempt to embarass me I took it in stride, I was loved. Strangers wished me happy birthday, I felt good. Halfway through the day Dimitri stripped me of my Apron, he gave me a child sized Batman one instea, I LOVE IT. I wore it for the rest of the day. Roy came down and gave me some candy he had lying around from Japan. He also got me a Superman shirt with a gift reciept, I probably wont return it despite Freya getting me one as well. I cannot have enough Superman. Sandra gifted me $20 in Tim Hortons gift card, My heart is full. ---

I'm home now. I changed my mind from yesterday. My family and I will be watching F4 at Queensway. I want to experience, I want to enjoy. I will not stay home. Lowkey I do be tired though.

—- A Movie and Dinner Later ——

I know it’s important to write how I feel at this very moment. But I’m so tired. I haven’t even had the time to text everyone I love back. Just know that my heart is full, my stomach fuller and I am in love with life, with my family.

To see my sister again is a joy and a blessing beyond compare. To see my cousin is always smile worthy. To see my Tito’s and my Lola and- I am loved. Thank you to my mother beyond compare.

Is this what love is - Wasia Project