— temporary bliss's Dear Diary

It's been raining a lot lately and I love it. I hope it doesn't stop. The combination of grey skies, chilly air, and the soft patter of the rain always gives me a strange, comforting sadness I can't quite express. Like a nostalgia for a memory t

My attention span is officially in the gutter. It has come to the point where I now have to read aloud in order to force myself to actually "listen" to what I’m reading. Yet, even with that, I still can’t get through more than three pages without get

The rain and cold weather have been making me feel melancholic of late. Somewhere in the past, when grey clouds hovered above the land as they do now, I was happy and perfectly content with the presence of the man I loved. My once home. My comfort. M

Just a kind reminder.  Don't compare yourself to others. Everyone is better than you.

When people ask me what I do best, I tell them: designing my own coffin. It's either met with: 1) a reaction of disbelief or scepticism, or both, as such a hobby isn't commonplace; but all the same, curiosity—whether indifferent or earnest—c

I hate hate hate hate hate hate myself.

this space between us, allowed others to fit in. pulled us apart, can’t reach you from within. now i’m not the only one, you’re having secrets with.. your new friends sucking up, the same air i used to breathe. and i know you think, the same about me

The recent events have forced me to take a hard look at my own moral compass. Watching people cheer on Charlie’s death, reading those celebratory comments… it made me feel as though I was looking at myself in them. A version of myself severa

This morning at six, I was most shocked, astounded, and in complete disbelief at the devastating news that befell my eyes. Charlie Kirk was shot and died. I was just watching and liking his videos yesterday, and now… he's gone? I didn’t a

When Cloud suggested we watch Battle Royale, the movie that apparently inspired The Hunger Games, the first image that came to my mind was some kind of video game. Then he said that my thinking of it so made sense, as the shooting games we have now l

If a terrorist has my boyfriend at gunpoint, and I can only save him if I do one push-up... I am so sorry, babe. Rest in peace 😔

Disclaimer: This is just my personal unfiltered opinion, but to the delicate crowd, it might come off blunt or offensive. If you’re sensitive about harsh takes on representation, casting, or modern horror trends, you might want to skip this. I’ve

We talked again. On the phone. Multiple times. Hearing his voice after a long year felt somehow.. strange. Almost foreign. I used to think he and Cloud sounded so similar.. When I spoke to Cloud on the phone for the first time, I got so emotiona

Hi. This entry will be about Johannes again. I'm so sorry. You’re probably sick of me talking about the same bastard over and over again, but there's literally nothing else going on in my life right now that compels me to write, except these meager i

I had a plate full of rice, noodles, corned beef, sunny-side up egg, mango, and a glass of Coke mixed with Rocky Road ice cream for dinner. I finished it all, yet it still wasn’t enough. So I poured another glass of Coke stuffed with ice cubes (I pre