GirlWonder82's Dear Diary

Dear Diary, What's the saying about eating cake or two something? I just dont understand if I am happily married and he is happily married. We dont want to leave our families. We love our spouses and lives yet we cant stop sleeping together

Dear Diary, You know that feeling you have when you are wishing your husband/wife a good day at work with a kiss. Or to your kids off to school, or family members in just life?  Well I have those same feelings for him. Like I need to check i

Dear Diary, So 3 white glasses of wine in and just recalling my conversations with him. He has always said. If his wife gave him bjs as good as I do then we wouldn't be doing "this" with me. Geez thanks. But I was only 18.... 22+yrs years la

Dear Diary, Well here was to day one of meeting up with him and NOT having sex. *high five*  Kept it at the office this morning. He said I looked very nice today in white. He looked sexy in his work suit as always.  I left the office as

Dear Diary, Well we had that talk yet again. Same talk we have had over and over for past 22+ years. That we need to STOP hooking up. We can still catch up over lunch/work but we have to stop the sex part. The walk back to the car leads to h

Dear Diary, Today,  I said goodbye to my husband off to work, dropped my kids off to school, hit the gym to watch a tv show on the treadmill. Then went home to have my morning coffee, shower, started work and my ex husband stopped by to drop off

Hi Guys -  Brand new here. Been looking for a place to start writing about my last 25yrs to present.  Where I am completely honest.  Quick intro to me and my story....I just turned 40 years old. I have 3 daughters. 2 from my first marriage with my hi

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