Kamio's Dear Diary

fuck it… fuck all of this… I’m just done with all of this…

Nothing feels comparable to the feeling of someone holding you When you feel all alone, I feel all alone Nothing feels comparable to the feeling of someone leaving you When you are in love with them, I am in love with youHold me closely until I fall

Dear Diary, who else would spend their time in diaries, if not people wounded by love? Where else can we pour out our emotions, when in real life we have to pretend that everything is fine… even though it isn’t fine at all. I don’t want to move i

I’m really glad that people are starting to show up and share their feelings… it’s nice, it feels comforting. But it kind of hurts that Worthy isn’t writing anymore… He used to write about love so beautifully. I really miss his presence there, it fe

It feels cold, lonely, and empty. My mind keeps drifting off — there’s no focus, only apathy. I don’t just want to be loved… I want to love, honestly and fully. I want to believe that love will find its way back into my life, that it hasn’t left

I step into the New Year not lightly, but carrying the road that still stretches ahead. I move forward with the search for a new apartment, a space where I can feel at home, not just with my body, but with my heart. I can’t stay here anymore… Eve

I long for beautiful words about love, for tender lines steeped in feeling and intensity. Please, whoever you are, keep writing. I want to listen to love, to read it slowly, to let it unfold between the lines. Grant me the gift of reading your words

Please, keep writing. Your words genuinely inspire and remind us that the world is not empty or meaningless — that there are men who are truly devoted to their partners, men who are capable of loving deeply, of putting that love into words and into a

I came across a line that read : “Many marriages survive only because women have no desire to start engaging with men again”. The more I thought about it, the more it felt uncomfortably true. I am not married, yet I feel no real impulse to go in sea

Dear Diary,  I no longer place my faith in empty words. How reassuring it is to know that there are men who express their interest through action, through presence, intention, and care, rather than through empty words and the quiet absence of real g

After the tequila I drank last night, the day felt a little messy, like I was moving through a haze. But I still managed to put up the Christmas tree and decorate it, which made the room instantly feel festive. Lunch was lovely, and dinner was even m

Emotions, no matter how intense, don’t become love by mere existence. Without choice, without risk, without accountability, they are nothing but convenient experiences, a way to feel important while avoiding responsibility. A heart that changes noth

Dear Diary, today I went out with some colleagues and we had a few cocktails in different places, and then at 11 pm, instead of doing what I usually do and lying in bed, we went out for tequila. I’d never had tequila in my life, at my age, and they d

Sexual fantasy No. 233: he steps into my shoes and feels every single thing I went through, and only then realises what sort of person he actually is

Right now I’m sitting here, staring at the ceiling, trying to find the words for everything happening inside me. It’s hard to talk about it… Bloody hell, it’s hard to share any of this. When I still had hope, I kept trying to reach you, to prove some