Anonymous Diary Novels & Stories

The first entry makes my breath catch in my throat. --- **Dear Diary,** **Today, I decided I will live on, despite my new disability. I can't walk anymore, but Michael promised me he will be my legs from now on. I trust him so much. With my parents’ and brother’s endless love, I believe I can live a happy life.** ---

I will enjoy the silence for as long as I can. The diary sits back on my desk and begs me to read. James said it was okay, so the guilty feeling has mostly left, but now that I know she committed suicide, I don't know if I should read it. The diary is addressed to her future self, and I pray to the goddess that it isn't me. After I eat dinner and change into my nice pajamas and brush my hair and teeth, the diary continues to prod at me until I open it. December 7th, 1991

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

But then she completed in the next breath. “I read it all…from your personal diary" She said the last words like a weight was lifted up her chest by telling the truth. "Personal Diary?" Ahn asked. The amusement leaving him completely 'What the hell am I? a 13 year old girl to have a personal Diary?' "Yes love yes. I know all about it. The depression you went through. The anxiety and fear of my rejection that you wrote about in your Dairy pages after pages" "Depression! Anxiety,! Fear of rejection!!" Ahn’s voice increasing after every word.

Annie's P.O.V You know, if someone had told me that today was gonna be the day I was gonna die, then I would have at least prepared beforehand. Was there a way to stop my death now? When my mum was flipping through the pages of my diary with that disappointed and angry look on her face, and now, that look was directed at me.. My diary was like a second me. It knew everything, my life, my friends, my curhses, my wishes and inner desires, and oh… did I forget to mention that I sometimes cuss at my fate of having her as my mum? Damn!

As she searched through them, her fingers touched something hard. She pulled it out. A small brown diary. Ann stared at it. She had bought it years ago, before she married Daniel. She remembered writing in it during her younger days. Dreams. Plans. Little secrets. Things she couldn't tell anyone. She smiled sadly. She hadn't written in it since her wedding. She sat down and opened the first empty page. For several seconds, she held the pen without writing. Then she finally wrote. Dear Diary, She stopped. The words suddenly felt strange. Then she continued.

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??

Everyone acted differently, am I too oblivious to what surrounds me? I suddenly remembered the diary that I'd been keeping under my bed. I get up and look for it. There, I found it. Grandma gives this to me when I was young. She said that diary can be our best friend. You can write everything there, and if nobody listens to your rants. I'd rather write it down in a diary than share it with someone who can't even understand the words I tell.

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

“We’ll see. I must say, I admire the loyalty act you’re putting on. Running back to St. Clair, begging to be useful, hiding behind his rules. But deep down you know your words—your truth—could shatter him more than any photograph ever could.” I swallowed, bile rising. He was right about one thing: words had weight. My notebook still sat on my desk at home, filled with the kind of detail that could burn Elysium down if it ever slipped into the wrong hands. Adrian leaned closer, his cologne too clean, too sharp. “You’ve already written most of the story, haven’t you? Maybe you think you’ll never publish. Maybe you’ve convinced yourself it’s just a diary now. But the thing about diaries…” His b