therapy session – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning L

Currently, I’m on my way home with Younger Brother. After a few rainy days, tonight we finally got our exercise time at Three Trees. And after we exercised and we went back to the parking area, the rain poured. It’s still raining while I’m typing this. I hope the rain stops when we reach home.

Oh! I will have my therapy session tomorrow night and then I will follow my younger brothers at Ellipsis. We will go to a bar in Poblacion after.

And that’s all I can tell for now. Blogging while sitting in a moving car is difficult, man.

10-Minute Warning II

OK. So, what can I type in 10 minutes after drinking 6 highball glasses of Jack and Coke in under an hour?

Let me say – it has been years since my last serious relationship, and I want to say this on The Diary I don’t deserve a breakup email. I may have my mistakes, and any form of breakup is awful, but come on – a breakup email? Fuck that shit.

In other news, why did I drink 6 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 4 glasses last January. Last week I drank 4 glasses, and tonight I drank 6. So, that’s 10 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 session was last July of 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 7 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.

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Updated on September 7, 2025.