— temporary bliss's Dear Diary

My back... has significantly improved. I expected it to get worse, but upon waking, I was able to stand without wincing or moaning in pain. Was it the frozen glass? The solid night’s sleep? There’s still a lingering ache, sure, but it only stirs with

My back... hurts like hell. Oh, God... I feel injured. But I'm afraid I might just be overreacting, because if my sister had this, she would still be able to move around just fine. She's a mum, and for some reason, mums seem to possess some superhuma

Huh. So that cute guy from the Netherlands I was playing chess with, the one who has the same name as Johannes, challenged me to a rematch. I accepted. However, I guess mainly playing Blitz has completely wrecked my patience, because I absolutely suc

When I was in 6th grade, I almost bought condoms thinking they were candy. It all started with a TV commercial. One of the country's most iconic action stars was the face of it. In the ad, he radiated energy—punching through walls, charging

Four years ago today, I wrote my very first poem in French. It wasn't a masterpiece, not by any stretch. The lines were simple—modest in structure, unadorned in style. Yet, it still clung to me, like all firsts do. I remember, with singular clarity,

The urge to throw myself off the stairs..

It is the curse of crimson that compelled me to visit the past again. To reopen wounds that haven't been healed. For this curse heightens my desires and my emotions, tormenting me in every colour my mood chooses to take shape in. For a week, ever

vitamins ⁠→ batata ⁠→ vitaminsbutterfly ⁠→ batata ⁠→ buttiflycrocodile ⁠→ cocoyayat ⁠→ cocodilelion ⁠→ liont ⁠→ lalat ⁠→ lionmore ⁠→ mores ⁠→ moosh ⁠→ mymilk ⁠→ mix ⁠→ milk-k-k-k-kpapaya ⁠→ papayayacucumber ⁠→ keekaboobrachiosaurus ⁠→ rachiosaursthJa

I’m such an idiot. I had a completely different idea of what a sandbar was. In my head, I imagined an actual bar—like an open cocktail bar—set on the sand. I pictured a soulmate perched on a stool, sipping beer or some tropical drink, and me approach

We’re going to an incredibly small island tomorrow, so diminutive in size that its coastline may be walked in about twenty minutes. From above, it appears as a mere streak of white sand amidst the vastness of the sea, as though a single wave, if veng

I'm playing chess with this guy from the Netherlands—super cute—who happens to have the same name as the bastard who ripped my heart out last year. It turns out I messaged him 9 months ago. My messages were: Johannes... Why? Do you not th

He had not visited my dreams for what felt like an age, but this time, he did. As if a figure from a cherished picture coming out of the frame, he stood before me like a mirror to the year 2023—two years ago—back to the time he wore his newly bou

"Baka." "What?" he replied, his deep voice soft on the other end. "Does your fart smell?" Almost instantly, the patience in his tone evaporated. "I really don't want to talk about things like this." "Because I just farted and it s

Idk why I keep playing chess. It pisses me the fuck off. Opponents be like "good game". No. Fuck you.

Okay, so.. I decided to just write it in a separate entry because I like to keep records of my dreams. And since you want the unfiltered version, I hope you won't take offense 😬 This prolly happened because I usually end up scrolling through Op