Happy Person's Dear Diary

King is like an ice-cold shower after a hot bath. He won’t let you drown in tears for long—he’ll shake you up and drag you into another nightmare, where there’s no room for sentimentality. He knows how to strip away emotions like the wind strips leav

She was still missing the most important thing. A family of her own. Not just an abstract concept, not a set of expectations imposed by society, but a family that takes root within you, becoming an extension of who you are. She closed her eyes.

1:30 AM. She stares at the ceiling. The room is dark, with only the streetlights filtering through the curtains, casting blurred shadows on the walls. The day had clearly gone off track. From the very morning, everything had been wrong: small irritat

This morning had begun for her… Or had it? She tossed and turned until 2am, closing her eyes in vain, but sleep refused to come. At last, she chose not to resist - she finished one book and delved into the next. The letters blurred before her eye

«You usually think you have time - that what you ruined today, you can fix tomorrow, that everything left unsaid today can be spoken tomorrow, the day after, someday. But the truth is, you don’t. “I have time, I have time,” you repeat like a broken

Lonely nights are the most unbearable for her. In the silence, as the world drifts into slumber, something dark awakens within her. Her inner demon, like a gnawing beast, devours the cocoon of her soul, leaving behind nothing but gaping voids. Her th

Dear Diary,  It hurts the most that there is no hope left. Before, even through resentment, through pain, somewhere deep inside, a tiny “what if?” still flickered. What if things could be fixed? What if you could laugh again, unburdened by the p

When you’re on the same wavelength with someone, conversations flow naturally, without awkward pauses or the pressure to choose your words carefully. You can share excitement, frustration, and even debates, knowing they only fuel the bond rather than

She wakes up, and the world shatters into fragments - sharp, aching, piercing into her skull. Her head is heavy, humming with pain, as if a searing knot has settled inside, ravenously devouring the remnants of sleep. She doesn’t know why. Perhaps it’

The front door clicks shut behind her, keys drop onto the console table with a dull clatter, and silence fills the space once again. Not the kind that soothes, but the kind that reminds her of emptiness. The evening wasn’t bad. In fact, it was go

The day once again unfolds through familiar actions. She washes vegetables under cool water, cuts them into even pieces, watches as the water in the pot begins to boil. The smell of food fills the kitchen, but it stirs no emotions - just another lunc

She wakes up slowly, as if her consciousness is lazily rising from a soft cloud of sleep. Her eyelids tremble, letting in the muted morning light. Her eyes adjust to the dim glow, and the first thing she notices is the tulips on the nightstand. They