Still Alive's Dear Diary

I’m panicking… My heart hurts terribly, I can’t breathe, I don’t know what happened, what did I do wrong?!.. I had a panic attack… I want to disappear, I couldn’t breathe… What happened?! Why did he do this? Out of nowhere?.. Everything was going wel

Good morning, dear diary. Today I’ll have a busy day, full of different things to do… But I’m writing to you because I’m lacking attention and love. I just want to speak and have someone listen. You’ll be that someone. I notice that men find me

I caught myself thinking what a trap routine is. While going through it, you expect that one day the long-awaited moment will finally come. But a new day just begins. With each day, you’re closer to the grave than to your expectations. The days are a

Strange/Christine Dear Diary, I associate myself with Dr Strange sometimes… So I rewatched the movie with Doctor Strange, and his love for Christine is… sounds like sweet talk or empty flattery. It is so sad to watch how in every universe they can’t

Dear Diary, I will tell you about my dream I had last night…  I’m still in shock and want to write it down before I forget… I’ll divide it into chapters. Reading it will make it clear why. It’s not uncommon for me to see myself as someone else in a

Emptiness She feels loneliness, not the usual kind, but the kind that consumes everything. Thick, like fog, soaking into her bones and making everything inside go cold. It’s not just a wave of sadness, not just a passing mood… It’s something dee

Every evening, they were together: in a place without streets, without rooms, without distance. Only two chat windows glowing quietly in the dark. They wrote to each other about everything and nothing: about books no one else quite understood, a

I really did delete my entries. I wanted to erase everything, as if the feelings, the memories, and that heavy, lingering exhaustion would disappear along with the pages. I opened each entry, said a silent goodbye… and still, I reread them. I couldn’