Bad Thingking Diary Novels & Stories

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

Her words are barely audible. I take her hand in mine. “Why?” “Because I hate myself, that is why. I would rather hurt myself than lash out at other people.” “Why do you hate yourself? There is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful just the way you are.” “Have you ever just felt like you have lost control of everything in your life, and you can’t do anything about it?” she asks. “Yes, many times. Why do you think I do the things I do?”

She already knew what it looked like. She already knew the smile in it. Too bright. Too alive. Too… gone. Her grip tightened slightly around her bag. She wasn’t here for that. Wasn’t here to remember. Wasn’t here to stand in silence while people pretended they understood something they never saw. She was here for one thing. Her diary. Left behind yesterday. A mistake. A dangerous one. Her thoughts— Her truth— Didn’t belong anywhere outside her control. So she walked. Straight ahead.

The letters sitting side by side made each sentence which gave me shock after shocks. "Dear diary, I know I had said that you are my only friend but today I found another one. He is so cute and chubby and he didn't mock me for my stuttering. He was like me without any friends. He said he will be my best friend so I named him chubby bro. He also gave me a cute name, a little doll. I'm so happy, finally I have a friend, a best friend. I don't think I'll need you again dear diary because now I have someone to play with. From now on I'll write about what me and my chubby bro did."

I calmed myself and went to sleep even it was still daytime. I write on my diary. I started my diary since the time Hero started making moves on me because I have no one to tell my feelings about him. I can't tell my problems and worries about him to my father, so I bought a thick notebook and a small box that I can securely keep it. In my diary I write everything about him, my feelings, hatred, anger, happiness, worries, and funny things we did. It made me smile so crazily when I wrote about our sex escapades, his insatiable sex drive on me, how I love him, his weird allergy to women.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

I am not understanding a word. Why his life is a mess?? I want to know everything?? Happy family back?? Ohhh goodddd my head is spinning. I can't understand. I am gonna read this whole diary now. So I flipped the page. Dear diary. Miserable, traumatized and sad. That is what my life is. Today my dad did something that no one can even imagine. He told me bad omen and what not. He told me I should die. I should die he is right. Rather then living my life like this I should die. He is correct.

How should I start writing. "Hey Diary, Here comes another day of my so-called Regular Boring College Life. Or I shouldn't say it boring as it was full of nonsense. All the people I know here, are shitty. But, all this nonsense can't help me forget about my Unknown Hero. How can I forget him? He has something super natural in him.

Him: so we'd have sex . I blush. Me: your so annoying. Him: you too babe. I blush harder at the nickname. Me: I like you more this way. Him: you like me more when I'm dying slowly from liver failure. Me: if you put it that way yes. And please put my diary away. Him: buzz kill... Okay. Me: thank you. Him: question?.... Me: yes? Him: did you really see your teacher's dick?