RaydaChan's Dear Diary

Index
šŸ—“ļø May 28, Making healthy decisions
Dear Diary, Today I decided that I needed to do a weight loss program with my friends. That should give me even more strength to keep fighting for good health, don't you think? Thank God I am in good health, and taking advantage of the quarantine
May 28
šŸ—“ļø May 24, 2020 - Updates šŸ’„
Dear Diary, Today would be my first day of exercise, but unfortunately I had heavy periods and was unable to do anything. My Sunday was very quiet; I lay there reading "Twilight" on the Kindle and hoping to get better. Despite everything, I'm moving
May 24
šŸ—“ļø May, 23 I don't like my body :c
So, this is a little complicated for me to assume that I'm not really that satisfied with my body. It was not always so. In fact, I've always been overweight, but I never really felt the need to change anything, until I started meeting new people and
May 24
June 20, 2023
Dear Diary, Halaat ki waja se itni dafa ghar tabdeel krna para keh now i really wish i own my own house..
Jun 20
June 18, 2023
Dear Diary, Logon ko shaurat ya maqam ki talab hoti hai... I want to do something in life because I want an Identity. I am in quest for Identity.
Jun 18
June 18, 2023
Dear Diary, I wasted my time and years on some stupid ambition called painting. Kash na wasta para hota! The only thing that pulled me into it was 'dedication'. Is ke baray me aik khubi mujhey apni janib khinchti thi. I was never an artist. Mujhey ba
Jun 18
January 11, 2023
Dear Diary, Today ..like every other day is a mixed day, where every second of the day requires alertness. Living as now was never what i wished my life to be like or how my values fit. Though all the same ... I love my kids deeply and more than an
Jan 11
January 11, 2023
Dear Diary, Good that the cheers broke me apart, good that the fog drew their memories and filled mine with void. I shall surpass the fake mystic i met before, and shall as i had... lost the walk that multitude walks... in crowds and glows that for
Jan 11
December 27, 2022
Dear Diary, Half smugly lost smiles,Ā vacant stares all locking the grim chance under the thundering bolts of fair cleaves. They made a havoc out of me and i am in ruins a living dead, yet a seed to life. I am not bleedling physically, so they find
Dec 26