▪︎Monogatari▪︎'s Dear Diary

Darling ghost, mistake... accident? Fatal accident. Perhaps if I waited a little, it would have been solved. Your wrong girl.

Darling ghost,  sun will rise tomorrow again but no one knows we will be there to see them or not. O' the mysteries of tomorrow! Will tomorrow be okay you ask? No, for I know not what tomorrow hold but I know you will say you will do it tomorrow agai

Darling ghost, I just noticed something. If I hold back my tears and suppress the heaviness, eventually it falls. Tears are heavier than normal. The little droplet are warmer than normal. After letting out the warm and heavy tears, what's left for me

Darling ghost, to be blinded by hate is to overlook everything good and fair. When I am overpowered by my emotion, I hate everything that a person does. Therefore, logical people can be fair most of the time. Most of the time because sometime the hea

Darling ghost, can we fall in love with ourselves? Care about ourselves more than anyone? Seek the best for ourselves? Show the world how much we love ourselves yet not show too much because we want to keep it to ourselves. And can we learn what make

Darling ghost, it was like a lil bit of stars, falling like there is no today. I would whisper a wish while the clock said 11:11. At that time, I, for the first time, took matters into my own hand. But then again my failure of my past changed the cou

Darling ghost, she, I think, could not choose to be normal. I chose not to be normal. Therefore, I think she is far ahead of me. I always knew that; that's why I denied everything from her. She, too, knew how I denied her. Therefore, when she implore

Darling ghost, " you are what I wished for my whole life," he said. While in another book, she said," no, it's a feeling of knowing something is missing in your life but not being able to find it no matter how hard you look." First one ends up alone.

Darling ghost, to me who have not seen the ocean or a sea, life refer to only a figment of my imagination. To my life whose reality bind me like the fetter, my imagination seems like a wings. Thus, I am bound by no chain and will never be unless my i

Darling ghost, just few words. Just few words could have changed anything. Everything. Words can sting. It can torture. Words can bleed. It can embrace. Words can heal. It can waver your heart. Dazzled by the power of words, I design a web of words.

Darling ghost, i am the worst kind. I am the ugliest. How cruel am I.. As one says this word, the despair in the heart is probably heavy. If you ever see a man committing a crime, know that they are yelling for help. One who desires saviour is a gui

Darling ghost, I just feel utterly frozen. Stuck in an unchangeable course. The stars seem too far. The limit seems so believable. Rain, rain come again. Go away never again. I don't want to play. No, I don't want to play. Your rain girl.

Darling ghost, the feeling and emotion we feel is indescribable. Beyond words and somewhat magical. Yet, so hilarious and embarrassing when we look back. The feeling we feel are so majestic that the heaven has cursed it with shame. Just like the way

Darling ghost, felt like the air was wrong but the only thing wrong was my pillar. I have been too sentimental this days. I realised that when she said that my writing was too hyperbolic. When I am with my friends, I can always keep it together becau

Darling ghost, once in a fairytale, there lived a girl in a tower. The tower had no window or any soul. Not knowing what kind of world lay outside, she lived for nothing. She would always cut her hair and never let it grow. She would eat the air that