The Diary of The Deranged Writer
Where fiction meets reality, between light, darkness and absurdity.
Seeking protection from the stronger forces
I need to tell the truth, but I still want to live
Nothing must be kept in thieves’ pockets, but
Give me air and a shield while I expose them
Sing (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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One of the things that made me feel trapped in a silent, dark prison lately is missing my most important goal in the first half of the year, and that goal would’ve helped me in the second half. No one likes ruined plans, but it’s an extraordinary hurt for me because it also involves a simple birthday wish that only I can turn into reality.
Honestly, I would be fine with just following the birthday dinner tradition I started in 2019, but if you ask me what I really want, it’s… never mind. I’ll just say that it’s as simple and complicated as throwing a birthday dinner, even if it’s just for family and close friends.
I’m still not giving up on those important goals, but I need to be realistic in how to reach them before the actual deadline, which is a week after my birthday. God help me. I really wish for that blueprint to turn into a skyscraper.
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The Diary of The Deranged Writer 