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Dear Diary, welcome back my dear listeners to a new episode of Tales from the Cemetery. I'm glad you could make it despite the thunderstorm raging on around us. All the ghouls and goblins welcome you back, they enjoy your company and look forwar

Evening - the time for melatonin, calming pills, and a warm cup of herbal tea. The world outside grows quieter, matching the rhythm of my slowing thoughts. I wrote a poem, poured my emotions onto the page, letting them settle like ripples on stil

Just my thoughts on how advanced AI has become and how it helps a foolish woman, in moments of weakness. Women, such weak creatures… « If you’re simply in pain and want him to know about it, ask yourself whether it will actually help you or just

I woke up in tears. I didn’t even understand why I was crying so much—hadn’t I run out of tears before? But this dream… It felt like it had pulled something out of me, something I had buried deep inside. We were sitting in a car. It was dark, and

I feel like I lost in my life.Everyone arround me are winning.But I can't do anything. I feel like I'm a failure.I can't makemy parents proud.I can't be useful.I'm useless.I lost everyone.Friends became strangers. Parents were already strangers even

Dear Diary, ok I thought of a few vignettes and topics I want to talk about and I am going to post them separately so its not too exhausting. Let's start with the most embarssing one first so no one who is new here will suffer of the illusion

This is unbearable. Unspeakably hard… But I am strong, and I will get through it. Everything will be wonderful! No - everything is already wonderful. Peace at last, long-awaited… And right now, it’s hard simply because there’s time to dwell on it. I

Dear Diary, decided to write something again. A lot has changed and still not much. I managed to finish my masters. Got a perfect grade. But it was a mistake finishing it. Being a student was the only connection I had to anything resembling a li

The price of blinding light is abysmal dark. I twirled in the sun for so long that I failed to recognise the maisma filling every gap of my organs. Every event was in order yet even breathing was a task. The heart was too loud. I saw nobody. There wa

Ok so I need a public writing website (cant do Wattpad) that I can use on a school Chromebook also does dollar tree have good make up

"Who am I going to lose, if in my worst moments I was always alone." Dear diary, I feel a bit nostalgic before reclaiming spring and myself. It hurts a little, just a little. But you know, I’m glad. Everything unnecessary fades away…

Man I hate it here. Every day I learn something new and fucked up about the world or about myself, it's like opening presents and every single one is a pair of shitty socks.

I stopped working with a trainer because I know how to push myself better now, and I can see the results. Plus, my nutrition helps a lot. Tomorrow is a big day—I’m reclaiming my fire-and-air self. I truly believe these two elements are a part of

Dear Diary, I have been focusing in school, completing my stuff in time and that stuff, but still there is one thing, that is fucking stressing me out. The bio test that is coming up is said by the teacher to be probably the hardest test of the ye

Dear Diary, I go to see my therapist today at 2 and I have a feeling she is gonna bring up my birth bitch which is gonna make me snap and I don't wanna be mean to her she is a nice lady