Just when I started accepting the fact that
Unfortunate events are the norm
My heart leaped with joy when I met a
Precious, gentle, and kind soul
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Jump (Poetry Series): I, II
A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).
Header image: Kaique Rocha of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.
Since 2019, December 1 has become a haunting day. It reminded me of a ghost from a failed relationship, and I easily see ghosts through specific dates, photographs, and even songs. For a few years, I had to endure the pain of seeing those ghosts, especially on December 1.
In 2022, I took it upon myself to make December 1 a less sad day. Not happy; less sad. I kept myself busy. I greeted an uncle who is also a December 1 celebrant. I numbed myself with alcohol. I kept myself busy some more. And in doing all of those things, somehow they work, even if I still see that particular ghost.
But today, December 1, 2025, many happy moments have happened. At midnight, I was sharing laughs with an online friend (once again) about the most ridiculously unhinged professional wrestler of all time, “Big Poppa Pump” Scott Steiner. This morning, I woke up early, and I had some lovely FRESH POTS that energized my body and soul. I was able to accomplish the work tasks that I could do before I went running errands. After those errands, I had a fresh haircut and a satisfying massage. And now I’m having my thirst-quenching iced tea at my favorite cafe. I will absolutely have dinner here as well.
But the happiest part of the day? It’s talking to my new friend. It feels nice getting to know more about a gentle, kind soul.
It’s 6:00pm as I type this entry, but thanks to all those moments today, for the first time in years, I can declare that December 1 is a happy day. In fact, December 1, 2025, is the happiest December 1 of my life. Yes, the ghosts are still there, but they don’t haunt me anymore. The light I have been feeling lately outweighs the dark.
Four more days to go before my birthday, December 5!
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A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).
Header image: Marta Dzedyshko of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.
Hello. Sorry for being silent the past several days. I’m at another low point and I don’t want to discuss it here on The Diary yet.
But here’s what I can share now: I’m listening to 1 of the saddest yet hopeful Linkin Park songs ever, “The Messenger”. It’s an acoustic song and the last track from LP’s 4th studio album A Thousand Suns.
When life leaves us blind
Linkin Park’s “The Messenger”
Love keeps us kind
I need to hold on tighter. I need to.
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