Lydia Rose 's Dear Diary

Seriously, why the FUCK do I keep dreaming of a bus?

And the spiral continues. Down and down we go, me myself and I, in a dizzying waltz. Hand in hand, a dance of war and contradiction. One step forward, two steps back, and we spin and spin and spin and spin and spin. Cold wind passes through us, dark

Dear Diary, It's getting bad again. Well, worse I mean. I haven't slept in... 27 hours? My brain is mush. Every time a wave of fatigue comes over me I distract myself, let it pass, keep being awake. It's stupid. I don't want to go to sleep becau

Pour toi j'irais tout défoncé, les mecs relous les députés 🎶

Hozier was right, innocence did die screaming.

What's wrong with me? I mean ACTUALLY what is wrong with me? Who the fuck messed up when they made me? Is it because of my anxiety riddled mother who, like her mother before her, never even realized there was potentially something wrong with her beca

Zelda day! Zelda day! Nothing else matters, I'm gonna wipe this game clean boi

Dear Diary, Me and all my friends, we burned through Paris, holding hands on the rooftops, anger in our hearts, love on our faces. We discovered through secret passages and strobing lights, that we could be unstoppable. Sneaking into the old aba

He smelled like lemongrass the first I met him, out by the abandoned gas station we drove to in my red Citroen when I got my license. I expected him to be rough, he certainly looked it, unkempt black hair, the peek of a tattoo beneath his sleeve. But

Dear Diary, My rage has grown inside me like a flower since I was a teen, I've clung onto it like I would a dear friend, held it and fed it on the glumest nights. I can see the reflection of it in every other woman I meet. It waits for a phrase,

I don't think I like the taste of life very much.

I want to drown in you, my dream. I want to hate, and react, I want my face to show every shocked expression of hurt and violence. I want to fight with you, my dream. Claw my way into your heart with that one honest word in a flurry of lies.  I crave

Avant toi, je portais dans mes yeux mes éclats de verre de mon coeur brisé. Avant toi, dans ma tête fractionné il y avait des rêves éveillé. Avant toi, c'était la façon dont je marchais, dont je parlais, dont j'existais.Avant toi, je me noyais, me pe

Dear Diary, Happy 26th to me 🎉

You with your eyes the color of iron and your brilliant teeth,Like a grieving cobra you bite my heart while I sleep, Let the poison make its nest in the warmth of our bed, With fear and with luck we'll transform the mist into rain. Who cares if they