Today, I completely immersed myself in moments of solitude, and it was truly remarkable. I adore spending time alone, as I am my own best friend. There are so many fascinating activities and ideas in my life, and I'm constantly eager to bring them to life. I felt this again today when I was in my secluded teacher's corner and decided to make myself a cup of tea. In that moment, I was overwhelmed by a sense of coziness and tranquility. I felt joy in the fact that I had some time to myself, and there was no rush to go out and socialize with others.

As I drove to work today, I contemplated my confidence in mastering the art of communication. I realized that I know how to be effective in my interactions, and I understand all the nuances of communication. This could potentially make me a good writer, but something is holding me back. I need that internal push, that inspiration, to start writing. It's like an inner challenge.

Last night was a rough night for me. Yesterday evening, I watched a movie called "Triangle." This film turned out to be insane, mysterious, and ambiguous. When I woke up in the middle of the night to turn off a loudly blaring phone playing YouTube videos, I couldn't fall back asleep. I scrolled through Instagram and YouTube Reels, and as the clock approached six in the morning, I started sinking into my own world.

In this world, everything was different: different faces, different streets, but everything felt familiar to me. I knew where I was going, where I worked, and where I lived. However, I felt constant stress. I had to prepare lectures, go home, but for some reason, I always ended up at some sort of party. In the bookstore, people recognized me and offered me the exact book I would enjoy. It was like "Triangle," the one I saw in the movie: my world + my world = narrative lines that brought me back to the world of my dream.

This morning, I even felt the gap between these worlds. I heard my name, but I was deeply involved in the dream's affairs. I had to make an effort to detach and return. This transition triggered intense emotional tension and brought tears to my eyes. My dream life doesn't give my brain a break, which might be why I constantly feel the urge to nap during the day.