Rberry's Dear Diary

Dear Diary,  could you call someone to tell me what is love?  What's the true meaning of love?  People made me forget about that :) 🖤💙  Do you know? Love? I'm curious.. About love? Yes..

Dear Diary, Now I realize I just loved on my own. You never loved me. I didn't accepted that earlier but I admit your words. Now I'll tell you, I don't love you anymore !!! I don't regret loving you. Since I did what made me happy. Being in love had

Dear Diary,is someone there to talk to me? A psychiatrist will be better !!! Coz normal people can't tolerate me.

I'm not interested in people. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why are you all talking to me? Like you care. I know who you are. And I don't wanna waste my time and worth to these clueless people. I'm not sad. I'm just irritated like hell. I'm not  inte

Hey with no intention of love. Hi with no intention of speaking further. Bye with no intention of seeing again. ❤  Life goes on :)

why are you doing this to me? I'm still your child...

Dear Diary, I'm tired. Really tired. Why I become so weak during the night? My mind is so strong but not my heart. Even though my heart broken into million pieces. It's still a heart. I want to become a person with no heart but I can't able to do it.

Dear Diary,  I lost interest in people. I hate being around people. I'm not sad. But I'm not happy either. I think my heart expired. I lost my happiness. Not because of someone. But because of me. I feel sleepy all the time. I feel the cold outside.

Dear Diary,  I realised a long time ago. That I'm the problem for myself and the people whom I love.  He broke up with me. He said he lost interest in me. He said, he's not a right person. He said he doesn't love me.  I don't know what to believe.

Dear Diary, I feel so uncomfortable. My heart aches but I can't cry myself out. I can't let go. I hate me for loving someone so deeply. It hurts hurts hurts like hell. More than hell.  It's the sweet memories that kills me more.. sorry I'm already de

Dear Diary, I'm tired. I can't keep myself cool anymore. I want to cry. I don't want anyone. I forget what is happiness.. o really don't know what makes me happy. My heart aches. I can feel the pain in my chest. Something is pulling me in and out. No

Dear Diary,I miss someone. I don't want to be loved. I just want to be with someone I love. That's enough for me. I'm not greedy. I miss him. Met a lot of people but nobody feels like him.  He's probably happy somewhere. He really doesn't want me. H

Dear Diary,  We broke up 💔.  He broke me.  Broke my heart. You know what. It's funny to broke a thing which is already been like a million broken pieces. It's like unwrapping a bandage from a wound before it heals enough.  I hate the fact that, s

Dear Diary, you know what? My friends ask me,'why you're into horror movies so much?','don't you watch anything normal?'.  Well. I really hate my reality sometimes. Being in reality sucks. I'm matured enough to accept the reality and live in. But s

Dear Diary, I really confused with human words. They all have the freedom to speak what they want. I agree. But if someone have freedom of something , isn't important to use it right? Not for all the things. Atleast for some important things. Some im