Thoughts's Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I realise that I'm turning into my mom I stay quiet when I could talk so much Idk why I become blank arround people I like I'm bubbly and happy when I'm alone and with others I can share crazy shit   Idk what happens wit

Dear Diary, I like how messed up this year has been. It's batshit crazy and I still love it.. it's literally unbelievable.. I got what I wanted. If not a 100%, it's still no less than 80%. I'll be sad if and when the time comes, not now. Tbh I o

Dear Diary, Good to be back after an year. So much has changed.. I got visa and now i am in another country. Met some new friends. Met someone special, only to be rejected, but I got good memories. Found my peace in spirituality. Connected with

As crazy as it is, my dream/hobby has started to hurt me bad. How much time should one invest in working towards one's dream? Life it full of lots of things. Why give 2/3rd of your day to only one task.

So, got my reports back.. nothing is right in my body. Blood infected, kidney damaged, liver minor damage. CPR high, ESR high! That's what covid vaccination gave me in return.  So, am I scared? Nah, like really, nah!  I knew this would happen. I ha

So last two months I worked my ass off, only to be lying on the bed in pain. I have to move in 10 days, change cities, find a home, move all my stuff in 10 days, and I can't even move my head it hurts!  Health is the first priority. I get it now, whe

Dear Diary,  Sometimes when I can't sleep, I ask myself is there a dream that I would like to continue?

Dear Diary, you are in no one's life a priority. Except your own.

Dear Diary, I heard someone I once liked from years back is getting married next month.  Could it ever be us? No! I had an immature mindset back then. I knew I could have hurt us both. It was crazy even when I confessed. I did it as a bet. I neve

Dear Diary, so many people with so many unexpressed thoughts. They all disappear with them. No one will every know or feel what one has felt. My life or my experiences are mine. Your life and your experiences are yours. Only one can revisit their own

Dear Diary, Unexpected morning. Random visit from relatives.  Rest of day was pretty busy.  Solved a problem which has been solved by many. Credit to stackoverflow community. Trying to think what else mattered in my day.. nothing! I

Dear Diary, It's been so long. Today was a rollercoaster.  Started happy.  Connected with few homies.  Got happier by the eve. But somehow I'm stressed now. Or am I?  My head hurts. Nothing's bothering me tho. My whole body hurts. Could be h

Dear Diary, This week has been very hectic. The Christmas gifts that I ordered, arrived today. Tons of stuff to take care of in 3 days.

Dear Diary, I don't think I have anything to write today. Day was as normal as it can get. Did I laugh today? Yes. Did I learn something new? Yes. Did I enjoy the day? Yes. I guess that's a day for me.  Good night!

Dear Diary, One of the best lessons of life is to learn to remain calm..  - Don't take things too personal.  - Don't get Over-emotional. Be in control of your emotions - You don't want to know the answers to all your questions.  - Before spea

Dear Diary,  If I generalize and choose what matters most, I’m clearly drawn to living, natural, and “bodily” scents rather than artificial ones. It can be put this way: What I love the most: - 🌧️ the smell after rain - 📖 the scent of a new

On snowy winter days, I feel a pang of sadness that I don’t have a child and a husband. Those moments when you take the sleds and ride until your cheeks are frozen, play snowball fights, write in the snow, or decorate snowy cars with hearts… moments

I said I wouldn’t write anymore, but in the end I felt drawn to share: today there was a beautiful snowstorm, piles of fresh snow. I fulfilled one dream - trampled a heart in the snow right across from his window. Across the road. A big heart… I fel

In the new year, I wish myself to be a friend, a love, a choice, a responsibility, a happiness, a desire,  and the most precious person in my man’s own life. And the chance to one day call a man - my own.To be support, to be a shoulder, to be there e

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