A's Dear Diary

I feel terrible. Someone very close to me has died. The closest person. My friend. I don’t know what to do - the move, the death………….

It’s almost midnight, and I can’t sleep. My mind WON’T SHUT UP — it’s driving me CRAZY. I’m about to change EVERYTHING!! my life, my surroundings….. and all I can think about is HIM. And HE’S JUST FINE, like nothing ever happened. SCREW HIM

I saw him. He was laughing. SMILING!! Like nothing ever happened. Like I never existed. And he didn’t see me….. He has NO IDEA how much I’m hurting. How I’m FALLING APART inside!!!!! How every breath feels like a battle. I just stood there. Frozen.

She still sometimes woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of notifications, hoping it was from him. But it was just discounts, random likes, the occasional message from friends and still not a SINGLE word from him. She cried. She remembere

Je déteste quand on décide à ma place où je dois vivre……. Tu sais ce qui me fait le plus peur ?! Ma famille et moi prévoyons de déménager de la France en Allemagne. Et je ne veux pas le perdre… Mes études, mes amis, moi-même, et LUI!!!!!!! I’m over

I want to share how FED UP I AM WITH EVERYTHING! I’m so FUCKING sick of this! WHY THE HELL do I have to do it?! I HATE these FUCKING courses, but I can’t skip them. I HATE that he’s still ignoring me, but he was my first love. I don’t want to apply

Heeeeey wuzzup!!! How are you? How was your day? Are you keep looking for my messages? What a joy it is — I can finally be myself 🥳

He promised to show me a different kind of attitude, but in the end, nothing changed. He turned out to be exactly the same as before. No ‘good night’ yesterday, and today just coldness…

Classes, tasks, books, people… none of it mattered anymore. Everything felt distant. Everything felt wrong. Her first love wasn’t just feelings. It was the reason to wake up in the morning, the push to study, to dream, to grow. He made ordinary thin

It is a quiet night. The kind where the world seemed to hold its breath. The shadows in the room stretched long, soft, and still, and the moonlight painted silver stripes on the floor. She sat by the window, knees to her chest, wrapped in a blanket t

Dear Diary,      The scariest part about all this is that without him, I don't really have a purpose anymore. My goal has always been to be with him but now, that goal is done and I am not sure what to do.      At times, I forget about it al

Dear Diary,         I saw something that really invoked some thoughts I had about myself.        It talked about how lonely people can be and how it can be scary. How we don't have time to feel alone because life is short. And I realized some