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Dear Diary, I wake up with a terrible emptiness. Endless nightmares again. Sometimes it feels like they can’t get any worse, but I was wrong—each nightmare is worse than the last. In my dreams, I am stuck in the same place, at the age of sixteen; t

Un grand nettoyage dans ma chambre. Je suis encore enrhumé évidemment, mais j'ai eu tout de même la force. J'ai réarrangé mes bibliothèques pour mes plus de 300 mangas et mes nombreux romans, et tout rentre ! J'ai tout nettoyé de fond en comble, et ç

Dear Diary, I hate and love my bangs at the same time.  I recently cut my bangs and I still don't know if it looks normal. Is my hair so unruly because of the current conditions or am I stupid for cutting it?Right now I'm incredibly annoyed that

Dear Diary, I'm so tired. Every night I have heartbreaking nightmares that wake me up screaming in the middle of the night. There's no one in my life who fully understands the hell I'm going through. Bipolar disorder and PTSD have ruined my life, d

Can it be coincidence all the time, or is it intentional? Last night, for the first time I saw a dream about to get lightly physically intimacy with my boyfriend, (my first boyfriend). And then I saw he he send me a text last night missing me.  I m

Je me suis réveillé avec un mal de gorge, les deux narines bouchées et la tête qui tournait.Super.J'ai rhume, alors que je suis a peine sorti. Pour me changer les idées, j'ai rouvert ma switch que j'avais pas rallumé depuis des mois. Ma soeur m'a fai

Dear Diary, When can I finally be free? How much longer do I need to wait? To feel this pain inside me. Everytime I see him with her, feels like something punched me inside.. Like someone is trying to kill me from the Inside. Does this e

Je me suis réveillé tôt a cause de la tempête. C'était violent, mais le bruit m'apaisais étonnamment. J'ai toujours aimé le vent. La dysphorie. Aujourd'hui, c'était terrible.Ça faisait des jours que je devais me laver, je me sens sale, mais c'est mie

Dear Diary, I feel very strange. I feel incredibly strange. I don't even know how to explain it. It's like a crisis or something again. I don't feel like myself. I feel a certain amount of shame and embarrassment for who I am. As if everyone hate

On snowy winter days, I feel a pang of sadness that I don’t have a child and a husband. Those moments when you take the sleds and ride until your cheeks are frozen, play snowball fights, write in the snow, or decorate snowy cars with hearts… moments

I already have a boyfriend, still in early stage of relationship, getting butterflies over small text, small talk, daydreaming about him all day.  I still or actually tried talking with all kind of boys just to not fall in love with my boyfriend whe

Dear Diary, Stuff and Nonsense  It’s about a guy that is with a girl that wants him to commit more than he is willing to. “disobey my own descions, i deserve all your suspicions"  gives the distinct impression that he is dishonest to her bu

Dear Diary,hi! I spent the whole day buried in work and spreadsheets, what saves me is my extremely good playlist, modesty aside.The sunset was beautiful, when I was coming back from the market (because I had a genuine urge to cook) I watched it at

I said I wouldn’t write anymore, but in the end I felt drawn to share: today there was a beautiful snowstorm, piles of fresh snow. I fulfilled one dream - trampled a heart in the snow right across from his window. Across the road. A big heart… I fel

Dear Diary,Today I was woken up early in the morning to go to my relatives' house and play with my niece while they were away. It's so cool that she's starting to talk more. She is such a good child.But while I was walking to her house, I was almost