Cassée (French)'s Dear Diary

Dear World, It's been a very long time since my last entry. The last few years has shown me more about life than I realized there was. I started writing on this app when I was 13, I'm 16 now and I've experienced my first love, my first heartbreak

Dear World, Im back, and its been so long. My dad dosent drink anymore, so i moved in with him. Im happier here now. My mom still dosent care. Which is fine by me, i dont either. I have huge writers block. I want to write this story but i dont kn

Dear World,  Is it just me, or do people hate when your real? Thats okay ill be real anyways. Im sitting on my bed crying, because ive just lost everyone, and its finally hit me on how i have nobody left. My "bestfriend" Daiseymay decided to date

Dear World,  Wow, it seems that i havent wriiten anything in awhile. Everyone who i used to enjoy on here is now gone, and they've hardly left a trace. Everyone i used to enjoy has vanished without a trace from my life also. Why does everyone you let

Dear World,  I havent written anymore to my story, which is failing miserably. Im only 14, yet i have looked at so many college oppertunities. I wish everything was easier than this.  I dont want to be like my parents...ever. I want to be on

Dear World,  We are all different, yet the same. On this app, I can be me, I can be anyone I want to be. I recently realized that on here, I'm truly me, and I didn't even mean to let you guys in. I never let people in, let them see inside. I gues

Dear World,  I don't know what to write, today I just sat in bed and ate cake. I didn't cry or anything, I just sat there, in silence, soaking up the emptiness that I feel deep within my soul. Every other day, nobody texts me or says hi. Nobody s

Dear World, Everyone has baggage. Mine just happens to be heavier than most. I feel like I'm losing myself. And nobody notices. Or maybe they do, they just don't care. I remember saying how depression isn't always sadness, how it can be emptiness

Dear Wolrd, I think i dont belong here, and yet, i havent completey extinguished myself. I wish i could explain everything, but it seems i cant even explain it to myself at the moment. I havent writtin anything else to my book, because im stuck.

Dear World, Do you think i should stop writing? I love writing things, books, letters, essays. You name it. Im writing a book at the moment called Thunder & Lightning. It might not be as good as I hope, but I still have it, the hope for it I mean

Dear World, Have you ever hoped for something so much, and then it just doesn't happen. It feels as if the world is caging you in. As if the walls are shrinking, pushing you together and your screaming, but nobody can hear you. Have you ever felt

Dear World, People keep telling me that life goes on, but to me, I fear that that's what the saddest. Sometimes I do that. I feel sad without even knowing why. I guess that one of my 'reasons' is that when I am sad, there isn't anyone there for m

Dear World, Have you ever thought about how the existence of us is completely crazy? Some people believe in God, while some believe in others. Whereas, I believe in nobody. People judge me for it, but I have the weirdest outlook on life. I don't

Dear World, I wish to sit on a nice sandy beach with nothing but the waves. I wish I was lying in the sand at night staring at the stars above me. I wish I could cry, but I have forgotten how. I wish I could stare at the ocean and feel the sand b

Dear Diary, America is in a prolonged and strained revolution. The government has been hijacked by internal and foreign entities bent on America's destruction. The media cannot be trusted to tell this story accurately for it is not so much int

A novel episode: Just yesterday I went to the market to buy some flour. Flour. My supply had run out about a week ago, and now I was missing my morning piece of bread that usually went with the eggs I fried. Being a long walk to market, I put it off

I came upon what once was a tree Down by the cemetery I had to look twice to see it again Down the alley that I ran It had grown into a chainlink fence The grains had turned all gnarled and tense The branches and leaves nowhere to be seen There was n

Dark clouds on the horizon are present. Those alert and watchful know Now is the time to finish the work outside And be busy preparing until the winds start to blow. Last chance to finish the work on the roof To seal that window that didn’t get done

I like to think. I know you can think anywhere, and I know we’re always thinking. In the hallways of our minds there’s always a conversation going on about something. Partly because of that, I like to be in smaller places. Because the more faces I s

Like a rabbit he enters the cave alarmed The door is shut behind him There is no escape No going back Now he must decide whether he likes it and stays Or whether he will seek to escape Will he, like a rabbit, explore every nook Check every

It runs mostly straight when first seen With an unknown end obscured. At first it is clear that a choice must be made  Either to join the living again Or to go with open access into the dead. The longer the stay upon the road The less desir