Happy Person's Dear Diary

03:06 Dear Diary, I finally made it! It’s 3 a.m. here(or 6 a.m. at home). I just want a hot shower and my bed. I read so much along the way that my eyes are barely hanging on, but honestly, the book was worth every page😊 My first impression of

02:23 My dear, I don’t want you to make excuses for a man’s behavior. Men are much simpler, but you complicate them… And believe me, if you were important to him, he would never have given you the chance to doubt that. If he wanted to be with you,

01:10 Dear Diary, I wonder… does he even like it when I call him cute names? I miss the way he used to speak to me so sweetly… To be honest, I was genuinely surprised when he once called me “foxy”)) Just once… But still, for me it meant somethi

00:56 Dear Diary,  It’s strange… But before bed, even though I’m exhausted, I want to write a couple of words: I’m smiling. Just because. Even if I feel a bit off physically😅 Alright... That’s enough thinking for today. Good night!!! Talk

Dear Diary, Sorry I skipped you today… There was a lot going on and I just couldn’t get to it… I’ve had some thoughts I’d like to share… 16:40 The more I get to know people, the more I realize how much they care about appearances, the wrapping... A

In a quiet house nestled on the earth, there lived a little girl with me. She was delicate, around six years old, with thick, dark hair and eyes that seemed to pierce through the very soul. I felt it deep inside - she was mine. My girl. And I was str

The loneliest hours belong to the night… When the heart, already claimed, cannot welcome anyone else, yet the weight of solitude becomes unbearable. Though you cherish your freedom, in the stillness of the night, the inner voices emerge, whispers tha

It is easy to mourn the lives we aren’t living. Easy to wish we’d developed other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we’d worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular stayed in the band, gone to

or familiar feelings with 35y.o. Nora from “The midnight library” Her work and personal life did not meet her expectations. She hadn’t been in touch with her family for a long time, especially her brother, and her relationship with her ex also di

A little heartfelt message to all of us… Let’s not forget the quiet beauty of soulfulness — the depth of our feelings, the tenderness we carry, and the gentle strength it takes to hold our own hearts with care. May we remember to be kind to ourselves

I’m starting to suspect that he might be reading my thoughts… Not like a mind-reading sorcerer, but more like someone who somehow stumbles upon this space. I mean, I did have the link on my profile for a while, but I doubt he actually clicked it. A

Ah yes, a beautiful, warm morning. The sun is out like it’s trying to impress someone, the sky is clear, the mood is almost romantic—if only my head didn’t feel like it had hosted a rave all night. My eyes? Betraying me. My brain? Filing a complaint.

Dear Diary, And still, I’ll keep writing a goodnight wish for someone who will never be by my side. Because it brings warmth. It shows there’s still a connection. Without it, it’s hard to fall asleep… So even if I can’t send those words dir

Dear Diary, I want to apologize to this diary for writing so much today. It’s just… there was a lot. A lot of heaviness. Here has to be a better way to let emotions out. But (F@ck f@ck f@ck). Sry… Just trying to hide this monologue. Today, thro

The evening was dim — a grayness hung in the air, seeping into everything: into the windows of houses, the empty streets, even my thoughts. I put on an audiobook at 2x speed — the voices of the characters rushed through my ears like a bullet train, y