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
To yesterday me, who was so hopeful and so frightened. You did well. You could have done better. There is rooms for improvement. But the worst case scenario did not happen.
Dear Jk, It's Christmas again this one too was like the rest, I hate festivals all of them they are just days worse for me. Worse than normal days, this Christmas too I had no wishes no gifts no hopesAt least one of us is having a Merrry Ch
If my wings melt, would there be a soul kind enough to catch me? If I cannot fly, will someone wait for me? If all the light abandons me, are they willing to lit the candle? If I fall, can there be anyone to cushion me? When I become nobody, am I sti
In this silence, I can feel my nerves. Even as tomorrow rushes, I hear fears of error. But with all that I am, I embrace my vanity, pride, strength and hope. I recall every vices that ignites me. I abandon all virtues that dims me. I can realise it.
I step into the New Year not lightly, but carrying the road that still stretches ahead.
I move forward with the search for a new apartment, a space where I can feel at home, not just with my body, but with my heart. I can’t stay here anymore… Eve
The disappointment does not arrive as pain.
It comes as clarity.
It is the moment when words stop carrying weight.
They sound thoughtful, even sincere, yet something essential is missing.
And instead of hurt, there is a hollow space where meaning
I long for beautiful words about love, for tender lines steeped in feeling and intensity. Please, whoever you are, keep writing. I want to listen to love, to read it slowly, to let it unfold between the lines. Grant me the gift of reading your words
While everyone is suffering, I’ll bring in some positivity
I have the best bf in the world . And I’d have never realized this if ppl hadn’t tried to separate us . He is a true man — gallant, caring, and supportive. And despite me being unemplo
Dear Soulmate,
There are only two days left before the advent of Christmas. I don’t have much in my pocket, that is my fault, but I shopped for gifts last night nonetheless. For my older sister, I chose a Charles Dickens book and a Stephen King n
Dear Diary,
Chapter 3
She came to the table and sat down, her eyes lifting at once to Dariya. Dariya was seated opposite her at the round dining table, one of the five chairs occupied, the others standing quietly in attendance. Just then, Dariya’