problem – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning CCV

Written at 3:16pm today. Oh, hell yeah!

I had a different post theme for today, but I will just write another Minute Warning post because I was incredibly loaded with work earlier.

Aside from Always Watching (my series of Person of Interest episode reviews), I have been working on another passion project: my affogato diary. So far, I’ve tried at least five different affogatos from different cafes, and I’m thinking of adding another to my list this afternoon. But there’s a dilemma: I want to try the cafe’s affogato today before they sadly close for good tomorrow, and as I type this, it’s raining cats and dogs. I hope the rain becomes lighter later.

I’ve been watching a different show, too: The Boys. I have a lot of thoughts about what I’ve seen so far. At the moment, I will share three. Firstly, in my opinion, the second season was better than the first. Also, whenever Homelander (the invincible yet cruel head of the superhero group The Seven) shows his true colors, it’s amazingly frightening. And the heart of the black ops team, The Boys, the caring Marvin T. Milk (aka Mother’s Milk), may be my favorite character by far. Nice name, sir.

My ten-minute warning is almost up, and the rain has stopped as well. Excellent. I will prepare to go out now.

See you in the next post, and have a nice week ahead!

Header image: Hac Hai of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2026.

Notes to Self XXV

Last night, I was in a reflective mood while I was scrolling through my drafts. Then I found something worth filing under the Notes to Self category. It was a quote I would always bring up on my social media accounts and one of my old main blogs (which preceded The Diary), but I never really explained it personally. Since I’m still in a reflective mood tonight, I figured I should bring it up one more time and finally expound on it.

The quote? It’s a line CM Punk (who was slowly growing out of The Nexus and had entered his Best in the World era) said to Mr. McMahon during a contract negotiation on an episode of WWE Raw in 2011.

10-Minute Warning CXCIV

What I truly dislike is when people tell me not to cry.

I’m quite aware that not every problem can be fixed, and everyone makes mistakes. But whether that problem can be fixed, or I end up crying over spilled milk, I should be allowed to shed tears. I learned a long time ago that I can’t just bottle up my sorrow and anger, and I need to express myself (not in a destructive way, of course) to feel catharsis, to feel better. To certain people, why am I not allowed to cry?

If I’m not allowed to cry in a place that I thought to be safe, fuck that shit. Maybe I should look for a safer space elsewhere. And if I can’t find another safe space, it’s a good thing I have The Diary.

One more day before my birthday.

A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).

Header image: Hans of Pixabay. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.