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No, for real. Guys, I am f**ked cus the alcohol be tasting good. Like oh! Its sweet kinda good. Like before it burned a little and was a bit bitter but now? It taste like a celestial honey drop. I quit drinking for a year, it was going good and life

Nothing feels comparable to the feeling of someone holding you When you feel all alone, I feel all alone Nothing feels comparable to the feeling of someone leaving you When you are in love with them, I am in love with youHold me closely until I fall

Dear Diary, I got sick. I don't even know what to say, I don't have the strength to do it. Just one question: Why do my TikTok recommendations degrade as soon as I get sick?  I need to ask my mom to buy instant noodles for New Year's. Dam

Dear Diary, who else would spend their time in diaries, if not people wounded by love? Where else can we pour out our emotions, when in real life we have to pretend that everything is fine… even though it isn’t fine at all. I don’t want to move i

Dear Soulmate, Christmas was boring as usual. It is tradition to be awake before midnight strikes to meet the exact arrival of December 25, but save for me, my younger sister, her boyfriend, mother, and father, the older sis and her family were

I’m really glad that people are starting to show up and share their feelings… it’s nice, it feels comforting. But it kind of hurts that Worthy isn’t writing anymore… He used to write about love so beautifully. I really miss his presence there, it fe

Dear Diary, I feel like a ghost. It's hard for me to understand what my existence is.  Sometimes I don't understand if I exist at all. And what is "existence" anyway? The world seems strange to me. It feels like I've been out of my depth sinc

In their presence, I drown in a security yearned by many. Their care is a testament of a covenant thicker than the water of a womb.  I cannot believe they have loved me for decade. I cannot fathom how they resisted the flaws I deeply abhor about myse

Another bad day. Everything's feeling pointless now. I don't know how long I can continue.

Dear Diary, In the most difficult times, I always turn to you. I don't know why it's in digital form now, but here it is You've heard about her most often. And you know, I still think about her This is really stupid. It's stupid to love someo

Dear Diary, She went back to her earlier days. Those days never really left her. She carried her decisions, her failures, and her pain everywhere, trying again and again to stand up. Everything was clear to her—she knew where she had gone wrong.

Dear Diary, mood nhi h fir bhi aj likhna h, i don't want broke again this chain so let's write smth again./

It feels cold, lonely, and empty. My mind keeps drifting off — there’s no focus, only apathy. I don’t just want to be loved… I want to love, honestly and fully. I want to believe that love will find its way back into my life, that it hasn’t left

Dear Diary, An experience taught me that sometimes confusion does not come from one moment, but from many small moments that slowly accumulate. A person once showed interest in me first, and that initial attention created a sense of connection. Over

" I hate decembers "I hate the other part of months you know, cuzPpl who I love and who I thought loved me will always leaves me.At first I thought it's fine. Atleast I know who's good ppl and bad for me. I deserve better. But how long should I be po