Dear Diary, it's been a great year and in my family it's really hard to be the loved one I was used to not care but as the days go on and I grew I realized that I am not that important bc I cause trouble and now no trusts me I am really a sad person
Dear Diary,
ik i have to write the novel by my heart, but my mind really gets me upset when i tried to write about love story. idk why today i feel disappointment really want to cryy but i can't bz i'm really rude prn in real life what ppl says bu
Il neige ! Genre, vraiment ! Mon jardin devenait blanc quand je me suis levé. Ça ne tiens pas, mais c'était beau pour commencer la journée.
J'ai la nausée facile, aujourd'hui. J'ai pas mangé ni bu grand chose encore. Je suis resté sur Instagram
Dear Diary,
Age is just a number, but, days are real. Changes in life are real too.
It is sad, i did not share a lot with you in the last year, but a lot happened. I got married.
First thing first, reflection.
There is one thing that has
Dear Diary,
Him
I was engaging in porn every day. I was lying every day, my thinking became very distorted.
I become a bad parent, a bad worker, a bad husband, a bad neighbour, a bad son, a bad everything.
Dear Diary,
Him
I have regret for not showing you Love
I wish I did things differently. Because all I want to do in my life now always show you love. And repair what I have broken.
I think about how bad I have been to you, and It's the mo
Dear Diary,
Um..Is it possible to keep a diary in another language here? I don't remember if there was a rule like this
Sometimes I find it more comfortable to express myself in my native language
J'avais pas mangé de la journée, hier. Et ça ne m'a rien fait. J'ai a peine bu aussi. J'avais la nausée au soir, mais je m'en foutais.Aujourd'hui, rien ne m'a goûté, appart le chocolat chaud. Mais autant la journée a commencé avec le sourire, et a fi
Dear Diary,
ahh… without any crack,
I know every sound of breaking.
faces faded away,
as if they were never there.
I didn’t ask questions,
because the answers were already
lying somewhere inside me.
some truths don’t want names—
they only want to
On the way home, I always sing. Even when I was as little as a snot, when I was minor, and even now, I sing songs, especially when it rains and no one can hear me. This became severe when I lived in a remote area, where it was often dreadfully silent
When will I finally be rid of this fear?
Is it even fear anymore? It's more like an addiction…if that's what an addiction feels like. Sometimes I feel like I couldn't even exist without this fear, these feelings. Because who am I if I don't have
hey all , today is my first day at this,
i will tell my dairy everyday
i am not happy ...
first day at new year will end after one hour, so i need to say i will marry a girl i don't love her I got engaged to her through acquaintances, not
J'ai toujours voulu tenir un journal. Mais je n'arrivais pas a me dire de venir écrire tout les jours, où j'avais peur de rater... Mais avec cette application, je pourrais peut-être y arriver ? C'est un de mon objectif 2026.L'année 2025 s'est bien te
Dear Diary, I'm almost recovered from my cold. I spent the last few days with some guy from the internet, we played a lot. We spent more than 24 hours on Discord calling, and that was in 3 days. I haven't played for this long in a very long time. I d
Dear friend,
hello one and all whoever is hearing me, I am here after so many months of writing over my private journal.
I created this account specially or mainly because there were some stuff that was constantly roaming aroung my mind, which I