The incredulous's Dear Diary

Darling, I wasn’t divagating when i expected to have his attitude focused on everything except ME. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my head when we met last meeting, and am sure his ego has fantasised to him the intuitive i took to come to

Darling, i hope i’ve misread the signs because my feelings for him are neutral. Averting me all day, yet I believe it wasn’t deliberate. I over concerned myself with the notion of him liking me because she told me he is interested. But I didn’t study

Darling, we are back at it again but this time i initiated. Every single time he passed by, i managed to give him 30% of eye contact and the rest was ignoring him like he has never existed on my earth. I could see his eyes sneaking twice or thrice on

Darling, not sure if it was only me who thought this way, but when he was practically speaking , I thought of myself under him. Is it possible to get him conquered ? Were his eyes eating me politely or my thoughts beguiled me with the thought of it.

Dear Diary,Darling ghost, When disappointments hit you, you fail to understand promises. When you get stabs in the back all the time, you see good intentions through the eyes of a blind old man who has always heard of blossoming, yet never experience

Deary, if jealousy is a disease, now am infected. I was blindly following my passion but out of a sudden, a flashlight stroke my eyes and led me to that weird disease. I saw them all tightly and slowly hugging, telling each other the vows of loyalty

Deary, the night rituals of brushing my teeth, are not done for the sake of having flawless teeth; it's my desire to bring reparation to my world of existence. When I brush my teeth, I discard every single word I've uttered for the past 24 hours. I m

Deary, i thought of you today when I was contemplating my condition in the shower. I wondered what would you tell me or advise me to do in the current struggle am having now.  When you hold my hands, don't ask me how my skin gained those marks and sc

Deary, why am so unlucky with everything ? A question that always struck me. I didn't get it in the beginning but now I do, now I believe in what my consciousness once told me. Life is just like a dice depends on luck not on what you do or undo, and

Deary, I remember reading here about someone imparting about the nonexistence of emotions. Well, I don't have them either. The complexity of feelings aren't a thing to be experienced by everyone. Am perfectly ruthless and I don't mind that, and I apo

Deary, whenever plants exist, hope arouses so as my dim light of hope. Those green creatures create an inner relief to me whenever am not at ease, I meet them. I've always been keen on purchasing a cactus over and over but not because it's my favorit

Deary, you won't see your true features until it's captured by the lens of the others. Today, i saw my true features in a some sort of a recorded video of a lecture i once attended. When i saw my own face, i didn't recognize it in the beginning; i ha

Deary,  clouds didn't fail me, it's me who affected the atmosphere of my mind. I rested until I no longer can sleep. I fatigued myself in the myth of " try as if it's your last night" and I failed in my trial. It burns to say that but at least am pro

Deary, I thought of you today when I was contemplating my condition in the shower. I wondered what would you tell me or advise me to do in the current struggle am having now. When you hold my hands, don't ask me how my skin gained those marks and scr

Deary,today isn't about me it's about her. The one who has the great power, the upper hand on anyone and everyone. She has this unwanted trait of turning pleasing into an ugly thing. She can turn you from a sober mind to a nightmarish monster. Someti