Notes to Self XXI

Of all the 14 Days of The Deranged Writer birthday blogging marathons I have done since the beginning of The Diary, the 2025 edition (this year) is the most memorable in terms of content quality. For 14 straight days, I wrote four acrostic poems (one of them is related and dedicated to The Undertaker), five music-related posts, one essay about a once-haunting day, one Notes to Self post, and only three Minute Warning posts. Only three. I have reached an incredible feat.

Speaking of Notes to Self, after blogging for two weeks straight, I realized something worthy of a Notes to Self post. It’s about freedom of expression, and the responsibilities that come with it.

You should be able to talk or write about anything, but you shouldn’t talk or write about everything.

I’m glad I live in a world where people can express their thoughts and opinions freely, whether in real life or on the World Wide Web, but I believe that not everything that’s on one’s mind and heart should be said out loud, online or offline. Obviously, you can’t and shouldn’t share sensitive information online. And it’s better to keep your thoughts that could hurt others and even yourself in the process.

Personally, I’m glad to have the freedom to share my poems, essays, and stories here on The Diary or on my social media accounts for the past several years. But there were times when I expressed my thoughts too passionately (whether in direct or creative ways), and I ended up hurting others, even the people I love. I truly regret doing that. And even if I live in the shadows for so long out of remorse, and I will certainly make more mistakes, I have been trying my best to be better. To the people I hurt through my writings, I’m truly sorry. I hope that eventually, more people will see my effort to improve myself.

And that’s my 21st Notes to Self. See you in the next post, and have a nice week ahead.

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Updated on December 12, 2025 and December 17, 2025.