— temporary bliss's Dear Diary

Wie geht es dir? Bist du noch am Leben? Hahaha. Ich vermisse deine Updates. Deine Einträge waren das, worauf ich mich hier in dieser App am meisten gefreut habe. Du hast wahrscheinlich inzwischen eine Freundin. Oder du hast dein Buch fertiggestellt!

As I sat before the mirror, a young woman I scarcely saw appeared before me. Her face—captivating and beautiful—stared blankly into my own. Her almond eyes, dark and indifferent, then twinkled in recognition, as if meeting an old friend she had not e

Despite the relief of knowing my parents were officially arriving on Monday, as originally planned, Sunday remained a busy day and was no better for it. However, their visit brought an improvement to my room, and such a pleasant change leaves me with

My parents are coming to visit tomorrow, arriving on Monday, and I must confess (with some shame) that I feel little joy at the prospect. More people in the house means more work for me, less space to breathe, and scarcely a moment of solitude. The o

One morning, whilst my sister was preparing breakfast for her baby, I was dancing to the songs blasting through the speaker and simultaneously entertaining my niece. I grooved to a song by Train, some Bruno Mars, Maroon 5… And when the line play

I danced with Famine and kissed him on the lips, so that from his mouth he might feed me hunger to fill the void of my existence. And if at last he rouses in me the appetite for life and mortality, I pray for my survival or I shall starve for my esca

Unwilling to return to the hotel just yet and part ways with Cara at 9pm, I urged her to linger a little longer and suggested we go some place else where my "soulmates" are rampant. By soulmates, I mean "cute outlanders"—among whom might be the one t

Last year, towards the end of November, when I traversed the sea and went back to my home city, I met up with Cara Dean and at a charming Korean restaurant we had dinner. First of all, I could not believe she gained weight! I thought she was one of t

What the hell.. Luigi Mangione looks like my first love .. Before realising this, I'd already scrolled through videos of him on instagram but already noted he seemed somewhat familiar. There was something about the way he moved his jaw which gav

I wish I could zipline for 30 minutes straight.

I just threw away $250 because as a nursemaid, I absolutely have the luxury to just waste money like that. Who cares for Christmas presents? Who cares for fine but modest dresses that might have adorned me? No, I'd rather gamble my pitiful salary and

"Hello, darling! Are you good?" Ah, it's that man again.. I thought to myself when my inattentive eyes caught sight of the foreign guy who lives across the street. I was on my way back from buying lunch just outside the subdivision when his car,

"If someday, we don't hear from each other anymore, just remember that once upon a time, my heart was yours. But for now, let me admire you until my feelings fade away.." I read his message. I harbour no feelings for the man but I suddenly feel

How unreal it feels, Liam's passing .. For years, I've been indifferent to them and their band, but there was a time when I adored them earnestly. Though Harry, the curly-haired member, was my favourite, I always thought Liam the most handsome. One o

In the shadows, I linger, a hungry ghost among your audience to feed on your existence, to hear fragments of your thoughts without the need for my entreaties, to devour your words in the language my tongue can scarcely comprehend. These drops I swall