One year of tagging my memories in HTML
Wednesday, 27th August 2025
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Today marks exactly one year since I started to write this diary. And, soon, the next month will be the first anniversary of Counting Stars. Shit, this feels extremely weird. In order to make a little rendition, I'm writing this little entry.
The idea of this diary was originally to keep it entirely for myself. I started to write it in Google Docs, inspired by the diary of the MyHouse.wad Doom mod - lol -, and later, I decided to make a silly blog; I translated the entries and published them here. I liked the idea that some sites on neocities shared their daily experiences through this format. I'd like to personally thank A., from saint-images. A lot of my humble work wouldn't be the same if I had never seen your site. I'll answer your mail soon, bud —sorry for keeping you waiting hehe (๑•﹏•)
Today, I've wasted my entire afternoon trying to clone my Arch Linux partition to my new NVMe, but I couldn't manage to do it. I feel kinda guilty, because I think that I should be studying hard Discrete Math. University got a bit difficult now...
I've just came from a bike ride, just like a year ago. I'm listening to a bit of Tears Over Beers this time. There's something so sad yet humble that I really like about riding under the dim orange lights of these streets. It made me feel so nostalgic for last year's rides. I miss when things were simpler, now I can't believe how much things have changed. Man, if only I could turn back time, and meet old Me, I'd tell him that his problems are not the worst thing that could happen to him, that he should be more grateful for what he has. Old Me was just about to be a National Champion at Programming, and a lot of good things would keep on happening; but when February 2025 comes, everything would start to fall off...
Shit. I wish I just could go back. Now this is serious loneliness. It's scary how fast time really flies by, it genuinely disturbs me; it started to feel like every day it's just a tiny grain of sand that slips through my fingers, and I can never get it back.
I'm home now, planning to return to the city where I study by next week. I'm so thankful that I'm now able to sleep well again; my insomnia is almost gone completely. I try not to dwell on dark thoughts and worry too much about stuff. I'm getting better, healing, one little step at a time.
One random fact: my last five meals included milanesa. Lol.
