Anonymous Diary Novels & Stories

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

Port in the Storm Dear Diary, I know I’m probably too old for this, but my best friend is on digital detox and I hate almost everyone at work enough not to engage them in my silly misadventures. I would have probably told my mother by her grave, but somehow writing this down feels right and more real. It feels like I am telling a supernatural spiritual being, perhaps an angel? Who knows? They might be real after all.

Stop giving out too many details," another voice echoed, surprising me. Eliot's lips still moving. Talking. But somehow I couldn't hear anything. His features slowly fading out, my mind a puzzle, shifting, a weird foreign but yet familiar feeling taking over my body. And finally, an image played out. "Why don’t you keep a diary?” the voice echoed. From a boy. A much younger boy. Very young. “You give out too many details, you may as well keep a diary. You can use it to say whatever you don’t want to tell anyone. It’ll be your own secret.”

Feeling every inch of it, my c00chie was already very wet, so it entered with ease. I felt it expand my pvssy hole, and as soon as it hit something hard, which I knew was my womb, I moaned loudly. But thanks to the rain and thunderstorms. I knew no one would hear my moans. I'm a shy person with lots of fantasies. When I was in college, I was always sitting in my corner. I had only one friend who was still the one I caught in the bush with my ex-boyfriend. Seeing her moan loudly with him on top of her just turned me on and sick at the same time. After I saw them that day, I still went home to m@sturbate, thinking of them fvvking .. and after that, I cried myself to sleep.

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.

“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.”

I take out a pen from the drawer and try to write… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary It’s been long right? So long that I even forgot that I had something that I had used to track my days. I know I’m wrong over here but I know you will forgive me cause you’re the only friend that I have right now. Oh! I forgot that I have friends now. A bunch of them along with you. I have cute and hot friend Natalie. I know I don’t share much with her but she is someone who took care of me while I was sick.

Bakit ang tagal kong mamatay. Kahapon ay sinubukan kong mag patiwakal ngunit pinigilan ako ng aking ina. Meron ako ngayong sariling apartment at tiyak akong wala ng makaka pigil pa sa minimithi ko. Natapos akong mag sulat sa diary ng mapansin kong malalim na pala ang gabi. Sinimulan ko lang namang gawin ang diary na yun ay pakiramdam ko malapit ng akong kainin ng anxiety ko.

Dear Diary, Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward. I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.

Aditi was seating on her bed as her hand-carried a pen that was scribbling on her personal diary as her tears fell apart. 09.05.20xx, I tried...I tried everything I could, No matter how many messages I left you, you won't even care to message me back...you cold-hearted jerk. No...Sorry, you are not cold-hearted I take my words back. But why did you go back? Will you come back again? Will you ever know there is a girl called Anvi who secretly liked you, like you, and will also do...? Will you ever know...that from the moment I saw you...I fell head over heels for you. Anan...this so-called diary which I'm writing to you...will it ever reach you...?", The entry ended...her tear fell off from h