Itsme's Dear Diary

Dear .... It has been very hard to be away from you. I personally am not able to think of anything apart just giving you a call and talking with you and plan a meet with you. I think i now realise to the extent I had feelings for you which i coul

Dear Diary, Today was one of those days where work consumed me entirely. From the moment I stepped into the firm, it was a whirlwind — meetings, deadlines, documents, endless calls. I barely had a moment to breathe. It was exhausting, but in a s

Dear Diary, Yesterday, I talked to her… and for those few minutes, it felt like heaven on earth. The same voice. The same laugh. The same joy when I asked her my silly questions. She is a charm — my charm — the most beautiful thing

Dear Diary, Some nights, the silence is so loud it feels like it’s pressing on my chest. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how we went from everything to nothing. How someone who felt like my forever is now just a ghost in my life.

My dear, I locked myself inside my own head, drowning in silence, folding inward until it felt like I was collapsing into my own shadows, and now I am slowly getting used to this state.

I just want to say thank you to fate

“we’re perfect for those we don’t love and unbearable for those we do” My dear, perfection lies in lightness: we shrug off responsibility, we don’t think about the future with someone we don’t love, we don’t throw tantrums, we don’t demand anything.

My love… I don’t know what to write. There’s a hollow in the room, thick and heavy, like someone nailed the windows shut and sucked the taste from the air. You know, one person can’t fix anything, and honestly, you don’t even need that. What can I

My love… I hope you’re loved there as I never could make you feel. Be free, my beautiful tender flower, and be the brightest, shine bright in your bloom. I will always love you

My love… What I hate most about myself: - I hate that the moment stability slips away I fall apart — lose my bearings and explode with emotions I can’t control. - I hate that when life feels unstable I start sniffing for traps in everything, as i

My love — it’s okay. I’m trying. I’m alive. My head still aches unbearably, but I’m managing. Hope woke me up too early this morning. We’ll keep going with therapy. You were in my dreams today, and that pulled me awake and helped me keep writing

My love, I feel terrible. My head is being torn apart, I threw up. I feel like I have to get wasted even though I absolutely shouldn’t. I’ve already wrecked my medication routine anyway. Why is everything easier in the first days, and then it starts

My love, I don’t know how to do this… how to accept something I never wanted to exist. Every time I think of you, my chest tightens, my stomach twists, and it feels like my heart is caught between longing and despair. I want to scream at the universe

Hey, my love… It’s me. Do you even know how every fiber of me aches for you? How every heartbeat whispers your name in the silence? Do you remember the first time our eyes locked, how the world melted away, leaving only that electric, impossible conn

My dear, this morning I took my first step into therapy. So here I am, with a blank page in front of me, like a door just barely opening. I remember once showing my earlier writings to someone who mattered deeply to me, only to find they could not un