Iridium's Dear Diary

Dear Diary, i can't live in a reality where he doesn't yearn for me as much as i yearn for him

i just don't want these little attempts amount to nothing. i'm worried that my professor would roast me during my presentation this coming wednesday, that my presentation is far from what she expected. i don't know where to start. i'm afraid that i w

Dear diary, it's supposed to be "brain dump" but I had a typo decided to leave it as is. I stopped by so I can dump some of the stuff my overwhelming synapses produce so I can clear it off my head.  - Think of Notion templates as physical insert-

tentative list of aesthetic for my notion - teal pastel - tomoko kuroki moodboard - plants  - rustic - fandoms (ATLA, LoK, AoT, The Good Place, Loki...) - sablay/isko aesthetic - y2k  - that trending aesthetic with gradients and arcs - that

Hey so it's been a while since I last updated here. I feel like typing right now because it feels good to touch type without the need of looking at your keyboard. I finally reached the plateau of learning a skill and integrating it with your daily li

I just want my love for writing and diaries to be alive again

It's already July. Holy shit. We're officially halfway through another year with this virus. Anyway, I hope this remaining half of the year is better than its other half that passed oh so slowly but really fast at the same time. I don't know how to e

Dear self,  Yo. It's me, the 20-year-old you. I truly hope that this letter finds you well. (That greeting is in every e-mail nowadays, not complaining tho!). I'm typing this right now at 3 in the morning in my laptop, yes you get to have a lapto

Dear Diary, I'm supposed to be sleeping right now but just after I'm snug on my bed, there's a noise coming from the veranda just outside here in my bedroom. I hate how I even procrastinated on getting up and trying to see if the noise persists, it's

June 17, 2021. Today I woke up surprisingly refreshed. I had enough sleep and there's a feeling that I can take over the world, well, at least half of it. This is what happens when you have enough sleep, the adult part of your brain is online and in

June 15, 2021. College is a weird place. It's like nobody gives a shit but at the same time, they do.

it's raining and it's super cold oh my god

The worst thing about regrets is when you know your bad decisions are self-inflicted. It's the worst kind of regret when you knew better.

Today is June 7, 2021. I surrendered to my whim of looking up a site where I can publicly air my fleeting thoughts while being anonymous. Alas, this is that site.  It's such a delight to type out diary-style when you're a touch typist. It's been