It has been a stressful several weeks at work, and today is no different. Today, I finished a few repair proposals and ran errands for the company. And tonight, I’m working overtime while I listen to “Breathe” by the English electronic music band The Prodigy. “Breathe” is the soundtrack of my final phase of work for today—spiraling because of high pressure but still standing no matter what.
See you in the next post.
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Since last Saturday night, I have been listening to Maroon 5’s “Back at Your Door” (the final song from the band’s second studio album It Won’t Be Soon Before Long) on repeat, and it looks like it’s turning into my favorite Maroon 5 song over “Makes Me Wonder” because of the mental and emotional pain I have lately. The jazz-flavored ballad is so full of regret and yearning, and in my humble opinion, it also presents Adam Levine’s best vocal performance.
Listening to “Back at Your Door” last Saturday night kept me sane when my family was out of town and I was alone with my thoughts and my favorite Jack & Coke Zero. And what is the most painful part of the song—but I always go back to it? It’s this:
Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your doorNo need to cry about it
Maroon 5’s “Back at Your Door”
I may just die without it
Every time I wind up back at your door
See you in the next post.
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Header image: Juan Pablo Serrano of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.
I wrote in the previous post that I would make this post extra special because this is The Diary’s 365th entry. However, after several days of drafting and not being content with whatever I came up with, I gave up for a while.
Maybe I will do what I do best: write down what is currently in my mind and then take it from there. And while I’m at it, I’m opening an ice-cold can of Jack & Coke Zero.
(opens an ice-cold can of Jack & Coke Zero)
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