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I am new here so taking a walk will not be an option. I am not sure how this night will go. I will just be in my room and wait for any order from her. Suddenly, I wished I never listened to mom. I stood up and walked into my room looking dejected. I am so unlucky in love. I closed the door behind me and walked to my bed then picked up my phone to write in my diary to see if I could feel better. Writing in my diary relieves me of tension. It gives me this feeling of belonging. There is nothing I don't write in it. Starting from seeing an ant to the thoughts of having Angels watch over me. It's weird right, I know. I am not just normal.

I wrote about how we grew to love each other, how he had awkwardly confessed to me, how we dated while studying in university, how we started a business, built a company, and how Zach made it bigger and better… I wrote a lot for each entry. As I read through them, I smiled. However, the entries grew shorter the further I got into the diary. Then, in the last entry, I only wrote one sentence. [He’s not back today again.] I took a look at the date. It was dated a few years ago. From that day on, I no longer had the habit of writing in my diary. The diary itself was also forgotten. I sat in front of my table. After a few seconds of hesitation, I picked up my pen again.

The diary was empty for a year and a half, until the day Adrian came looking for me at the orphanage. That was when he started writing in the diary again. They were about his feelings after I left.

I heard the car engine start before i hang up the phone. Taking another deep breath, i leaned back on the bench after picking my Diary up. Flicking the lock open, i stared at my neath handwriting and at the top right corner of the first page, it bare the date of the day i started writing on my last Diary. Senior year of highschool...

Dear diary, Sorry, it's been so long. I haven’t remotely written anything for years. You used to be my secret safe where I could lock away my deepest desires and regrets. I could be completely honest, and you won’t judge me. But then since I moved to New York, I haven’t been myself. Somehow my life lost its purpose, and I did things just for the sake of doing it. Scratch that. I did things and lived my life because I owe it all to certain two persons whom I learned to love later in my life. And that I didn’t want to admit to anyone… not even to you. Because that is not living… it’s just existing. No human on earth wants to admit that they are nothing in this world… not even to themselves inc

She smiled at her own silly thoughts and dived straight into her bouncy canopy bed. It was 4 pm in the evening and Adonia was doing it again - stalking. In what her mom would call ‘unladylike’, Adonia sat slouched on her hotel bed with her eyes zeroed on her phone screen and her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She would be a fool if she visited his account with her real account. So instead, she made use of her private anonymous account as she scanned through his recent posts meticulously. It was a routine she always did in secret, almost like a young teenager trying to get off by watching illegal videos online. She always made sure to lower her phone’s brightness and it’s safe to say she

“Today, I clock eighteen, and I have decided to keep a secret diary that only my maid knows about, because a lot of things are happening, and I do not want to forget all of it. So welcome to Ashley’s diary…even though I hope no one ever gets to read it.”

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per