The Deranged Writer

Notes to Self II

Hello, ladies and gentlemen! I’m The Deranged Writer, and welcome to the second edition of Notes to Self, where I keep in my mind and heart a relevant quote from any form of media, someone I know in real life, or a personal hero.

Speaking of personal heroes, I would like to quote my childhood hero and my favorite professional wrestler of all time, The Undertaker.

Walk II

Wherever the wind leads me
And whether my legs are sore or not
Let me breathe further and
Keep on stepping

Walk (Poetry Series): I, II, III, IV

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10-Minute Warning II

Okay. So, what can I type in ten minutes after drinking six highball glasses of Jack and Coke in under an hour?

It’s been a long time since my last steady relationship, and I want to say this on The Diary: I don’t deserve a breakup email. I may have made mistakes, and any form of breakup is awful, but come on. A breakup email? Fuck that shit.

In other news, why did I drink six glasses of Jack and Coke tonight? Because I want to. Since 2022, I promised to drink my favorite Jack and Coke every week, but I only drank four glasses last January. Last week I drank four glasses, and tonight I drank six. So, that’s ten glasses of Jack and Coke this February. My therapist will kill me because of the more-than-a-fuckload consumption of my favorite drink. But come on. Let me live a little.

Speaking of my therapist, my last actual session was last July 2022. Is the date of my last session a sign of progress? Some of my friends think so. But I think it’s weird. Almost seven months? I should check up on my therapist via email. Soon. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I’m so drunk as hell right now.

And time’s up.

Header image: Marcin Dampc of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.

Updated on April 15, 2026 for clarity.