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10-Minute Warning CLXXII

Hello, Diary. I’m back after a pretty wonderful weekend, which is why I have not blogged the past few days.

What happened? Well, I don’t want to spill the details because I’m tired, but here’s what I can vaguely tell for now:

  • Last Friday, I had a pleasant stroll and a tasty burrito despite the drizzle.
  • Last Saturday, I met and had a photo taken with my childhood crush.
  • I had a solemn Mass and a lovely Sunday dinner with my family.

That’s pretty much it. And I’m aware that I still have not reached my monthly blog count, but I don’t care because, like I said, I had a pretty wonderful weekend.

See you tomorrow!

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10-Minute Warning LVIX

Hello. I’m sorry for the lack of a blog post yesterday. I’m supposed to follow a blog schedule (Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays). But I have been savoring my happiness since Sunday evening and don’t want to talk about it on The Dispatch yet.

When will I talk about what happened last Sunday? I don’t know. It will probably be on Friday or next week. But what I’m sure of is that I will definitely get back to blogging on schedule tomorrow, and I will blog about something else.

In the meantime, I am still on cloud nine, and I’m loving it. I have not been this happy since my birthday in 2022.

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Header image: Jacob Vizek of Unsplash. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.

10-Minute Warning XXVIII

I have been feeling shitty for a week already. Thank you, my Dispatch and my journal, for making me remember to count the days. And today, that shitty feeling became worse because of something I did.

I can’t tell the long story, the specifics. All I can say is that I did something that is not really a big deal, but then I looked back at what I did and thought, “I think I fucked up.” I don’t know if (option A) my anxiety is just messing with me or (option B) if I truly fucked up. If I were to pick the lesser evil, I hope for option A.

I haven’t told my family about my current mental predicament. I may have told 2 friends about it. I think I should open up to my family soon – first, my brothers, and then my parents. I think they deserve to know.

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