Ink_heart's Dear Diary

Dear Diary, The season of midterms has tested both mind and character. Three exams in rapid succession demanded a vigilance that threatened to disturb the balance of my life. In moments of frustration, I was tempted to surrender to passion to pull a

Dear Diary, Today, I found myself in a curiously good mood the kind that makes no sense at all. It’s midterm season, which means chaos, caffeine, and crushed dreams, yet here I am… smiling. Odd, isn’t it? Maybe it’s the result of that all-nighter .

Dear Diary, The scale and I had a little chat today. Apparently, I’m gaining weight which is deeply inconvenient because my acid reflux has returned, dramatically, like a washed-up diva refusing to leave the stage. I need to lose weight urgently

Dear Diary, Have you ever felt like you’re just… a walking disappointment? Like you were made with the wrong settings and now life keeps crashing around you? Yes that’s how I feel right now Sometimes I wonder: if I had chosen a scientific path,

Dear diary, Why did Janet doom me to watch Partners for Justice? Thrilling, yes but more like being dragged through a mental battlefield, gunfire tearing holes in what’s left of my sanity. After binge-watching, my brain isn’t just fried it’s a crime

Dear Diary, My body, in its endless quest to keep things interesting, has decided that breathing through both nostrils is a luxury I no longer deserve. We’re down to one functioning airway and, frankly, even that one’s hanging by a thread. Probably 

Dear diary, People say driving is a peaceful activity. You know, wind in your hair, music playing, mind drifting. But that’s only true if you're not driving with my mother in the passenger seat. Oh no, in that case, you'd rather walk barefoot from P

Dear Diary, You know… I used to think sleep was a basic human right. Like oxygen. Or silence after midnight. But here I am. 2:38 a.m. Eyes wide open. Brain doing backflips. Body completely exhausted but somehow still... on. Dorm life? Forget

Dear Diary, Welcome back to Season 3, Episode 1 of my ongoing family drama called"Dust, Baggage & Emotional Damage." This week’s plot twist begins in the city, where my mom and I ventured to reclaim our long-abandoned apartment from layers of dust t

Dear Diary, Hey, miss me? Of course you did—you’re literally a book with no choice. So, how am I? Emotionally and mentally? Shockingly functional. I know, someone alert the media. But physically? Let’s just say my body and I are no longer on spea

Dear Diary, Is this what depression really looks like? Quiet. Heavy. Lingering. I don’t want to study. I don’t want to cook. I don’t want to be right now. I stood in the kitchen at 11 p.m., cooking not out of joy just hunger. And even that felt lik

Dear Diary, Well, well, well. My sister, the benevolent tech fairy she is, decided to DM me a life-changing website that tracks your Instagram following activity. A noble cause, really. I opened the link expecting an all-knowing oracle to reveal

Dear Diary, My head is buzzing louder than a neon sign , my eyes are stinging from the absence of sleep, and my soul is weighed down by the cruel comedy of existence because nothing says ‘good morning’ like a brain that’s still hitting snooze. We

Dear diary, You know what's funny? Everyone’s panicking. Crying in group chats, over-caffeinating, rewriting the UN Charter in color-coded notes. Me? I’ve reached a level of emotional detachment so refined, it should have its own diplomatic status

Dear diary, The beginning was nice like a calm before the storm. But, of course, the middle was the worst, and the end gave just enough solace to make me question my sanity. Me and Janet were at the airport, casually saying hi to our professor.