Happy Person's Dear Diary

Dear Diary, So I decided to buy myself a beer — just a little something to help set the mood, you know? A chill vibe, some light inspiration. But guess what? The cashier looked at me, paused, and then asked for my ID. My actual passport. I mean… wow.

And now I’m crying. It’s 2 A.M., and I can’t sleep… And it’s not because I’m overwhelmed with happiness like I was just a few hours ago—no. Now it’s the pain that keeps me awake. The kind that wraps around your chest and won’t let go. I keep tell

I want to write him this message today… I just need to get it off my chest, to hold myself back and not write to him directly… I will hold myself back, for the sake of us. Thanks to my diary😊 “I never imagined I would see you during my evening wal

Dear Diary, I’m honestly shocked… Turns out, I actually love kids! I had such a wonderful day with my friends and their kids—running around by the lake, chasing ducks and laughing, while the other adults just sat back, smoking hookah and relaxing.

Sometimes I hide certain posts… Some diary entries aren’t deleted, just hidden. It’s still hard to open up about my feelings, thoughts, and certain moments. It feels too personal for everyone to see. But I’m fighting it. I try to do it less and speak

Dear Diary,  It’s warmer outside than at home today, so I decided to go out for a coffee and read a book — but this cute kitty wouldn’t let me. Some kids came and scared him off with all their attention. But the kitty lifted my mood, and now I’m ju

Wow. Our dreams are masters of illusion. They bend and shift, aligning with our quietest wishes, giving us exactly what we long for — wrapping fantasy in the comforting disguise of reality. It’s not me who’s dreaming, it’s the dream that’s living thr

Hi, dear diary. I missed you… Today was hard. Truly hard. From the morning, I had to pull myself together, like picking up shattered pieces scattered on the floor, and somehow push forward — no matter what. I had to finish work. I had to get u

I feel crushed. Everything aches. My eyes burn and won’t stop watering. I can’t read, and without books, I feel disconnected. My head is buzzing, like it’s being squeezed from the inside. And it’s so cold I can’t feel my arms or legs, even under two

Dear diary, I often catch myself thinking that I want a house with a yard — a place on the ground. But! At the same time, I realize that I also want the freedom to travel, to see the world with my husband and children. And a house like that is so

Dear Diary, I saw a phrase and tried to create a rhyme for it… It seems like Romanian is harder for me than English now, but I gave it a try.   It was hard to write, but I wanted to express my feelings… At least I can share some kind of poetry😌

Early Wake-Up The day begins with an early wake-up, despite the room being cold and empty. Sleep still clings to me, but I force myself out of bed to head to the gym. At this point, my mind may wander, as my body isn’t quite ready for action yet, bu

Dear Diary, good f@&king frosty morning. Today is going to be a busier day, plus the date isn’t the most pleasant… Here’s a bit of beautiful blooming in the morning sunlight, just for the memory. Addition: Two hours have passed, and now snow is

It’s so hard to resist the urge to write, even though I know it’s not the right time yet. I want to, but I can’t bring myself to do it. And then there’s this inner conflict — I know I shouldn’t write, but I can’t stop thinking how easy it would be… t

Of course, I know I’m really just talking to myself right now. But somehow, it feels warmer this way. «You know, it’s strangely quiet in the kitchen today. Just the pot bubbling—almost like it’s humming along with my thoughts. I’m standing by t