Ink_heart's Dear Diary

Dear Diary,  Is this burn out or procrastination? who’s to say? They both wear the same perfume: despair with a hint of guilt. I awoke promptly at 8:00 AM.No grogginess, no remnants of sleep to blame. And yet, a heavy fog clung to my will. I simply

Dear Diary, Today I had yet another presentation with my so-called project partner.let’s call her Patricia?and I swear, I wanted to rip my hair out. Let’s rewind ⏪. The presentation? Great. As usual, the professor said she'd send the marks by

Dear diary, There’s something so pure about the way first year students look at this place.Their eyes practically sparkle with excitement, like the campus is alive just for them. And honestly, it makes me happy. Genuinely. There’s a warmth in seeing

Dear Diary, Welcome back to another episode of My Life Is Falling Apart  This morning, I decided to video called my mom. Not to confess my academic tragedy  no not yet that’s a season finale reveal but just to say I had a migraine and politely a

Dear Diary, How are you, my dear, emotionally stable sheet of paper? I hope you’re well-rested, because you’re about to carry the full weight of my despair again. Remember when I told you I was hoping for a 17/20 on my research paper? Ah yes, t

Dear Diary, Hey. How are you? Me? I’m… hanging in there. Barely. I feel meh, mentally fried, and powered solely by anxiety. I’ve been running on fumes, and now even the fumes are asking for a break. Oh, right the presentation. You’re wondering

Dear Diary, At precisely 3:00 a.m., I surrendered to the bed (my battlefield of dreams )believing, foolishly, that sleep would come. It did not. It is now 5:00 a.m., and I lie here, eyes wide open, And now my desk lamp.My last beacon of lig

Dear Diary, Ah, what a beautiful disaster today has been. How are you? You still holding up? Me ? well, brace yourself, because I’m about to make you the lucky recipient of my latest misfortune. Do you remember when I told you I was your favorite a

Dear diary, How are you, old friend? Oh wait,never mind. That's a trap. If l ask how you are, I might have to answer how l am, and that's a dark hallway I am not walking down tonight. Not without a flashlight, a therapist, and perhaps a sedative

Dear Diary, Guess what? No, really—guess.   My mark in the French midterm?   Burnt. Charred. Ashes in the academic wind. If grades were toast, mine got shoved in the toaster, forgotten, caught fire, and set the kitchen on fire with it.   Th

Dear Diary,   Today I went to buy glue for my desk lamp. To be honest, it has never actually graced my desk. It’s more of a “tranquil nightlight” situation which is great for lulling me to sleep with its cozy glow. But, plot twist: the clamp base

Dear diary, It is the time of the month again when my body betrays me and my brain becomes a hormonal warzone. Today’s aftermath: my patience, my will to live, and any remaining hope that I am a rational human being.  When my uncle (dad’s sid

Dear Diary, So, I just took my French exam last Monday, and let's just say my mistakes were practically a work of art. Marks aren't out yet, but I'm praying for a 15/20. Seriously, if I flunk this midterm, I might as well start planning my funera

Dear Diary, I’m at my aunt’s house, and while it’s great, the room I’m staying in feels like a personal sauna. Anyway, I feel better now because this morning, despite the water being colder than a penguin’s handshake, I gave myself a quick rinse bec

Dear N-Han, There are moments when I find myself thinking about you, not with regret or longing for the past, but just wondering what happened along the way. I don't dwell on the old days I just find myself thinking of you and wondering what chan