El diario de Alguien ☾2☽

10:57 P.M. 08/Oct/25

October feels fresh, calm, and soothing—making me want to share this curious thought:

The music we listen to often matches our inner noise.

Taking this in the most metaphysical, philosophical, or just meh way possible. I’m usually the kind of person who listens to playlists titled something like “You’re a magical fairy princess in an enchanted forest dancing on a sunny, sparkling day with your medieval prince while the friendly dragon that once guarded your tower drinks tea with pastel-colored mermaids.”

So, it’s pretty obvious what kind of mental noise I have on those days when I listen to that.

And speaking of listening, nightcore songs have somehow become my guilty pleasure, probably because of nostalgia. And nostalgia, my dear nostalgia, keeps trying to crown herself as my executioner, beyond the realization that I’ve become more eerily calm than the pace of a snail. I’m floating in that space where days slip by in a blink, and I haven’t been exactly functional,for society, for personal growth, or for any meaningful contribution to my future.

Fortunately, there’s always that spark of creative inspiration that tends to wake anyone up from a state like this, so I know that in these coming days I’ll finally be able to breathe without guilt.

Back to the noise-

I often wonder how hard it is to find someone who also abruptly silences their own thoughts before they even have a chance to form a sound.

Because, sadly, I tend to be very cautious with myself… and honestly, I think I overprotect myself in many ways.

Practically speaking, I shut down my own thoughts before I fall too deep into them- before I start philosophizing, before I get existential, before I lose my sense of morality or stop perceiving the world in any form and just vanish into a completely blank canvas so white and empty that it simply doesn’t exist.

It’s not like an “Oh no, I’m going crazy” type of thing. It’s more like I genuinely feel I’ll disappear if I ever allow myself to question the universe or entertain any metaphysical or quantum thought for too long.

In short, my reality hangs by a very frayed thread just like my consciousness.

And I think that’s exactly why I created this strange kind of openly vulnerable virtual diary. So please, don’t worry about me my only tendency is simply to drift off and dissociate. Heheh

So, my dear audience, I’ll say two things:

1. I’d like whoever feels lonely and abstract (thinking about something similar to what I’ve just said) to find rest, because remember: the universe is alive, and the comfort of unity that your soul seeks to sigh in relief is here.

2. I’ve been thinking, quite curiously, that the portals created by books when we read them close if the knowledge inside remains still. So, I’d recommend doing a book exchange every now and then or donating a few of them (of course, I understand not all editions are meant to be given away or passed down beyond one’s lifetime. I get it, my collector friends) a side from that, I hope you all have a wonderful autumn.

WujUuUUuu

Atte: Alguien, espero.

Posdata 1: Que alguien extinga a los mosquitos, por favor, no me importa el efecto dominó, sólo que me dejen de picar, sniFFff

Postdata 2: Bait, sí me importa el efecto dominó, pero igualmente que los mosquitos se extingan ya. (: