Bad Thinking Diary Author Novels & Stories

Adam closed the diary slowly, his fingers lingering on the edge like he was holding onto the last line a second longer than he needed to. He stared at the cover, quiet for a beat. “…Alright, Theo,” he muttered. He leaned back, exhaling, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he processed it. This one didn’t hit as hard as the others. No power plays, no domination games, no calculated manipulation. Just a guy who lied… and then got in too deep to control it.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

Was this woman out of her mind? Yeah, yeah, Shawn had heard the rest of the talk. That her niece was an amnesiac and his niece's fiancée died. The problem was, this Shello only remembered Satya, and that way, only Satya could help recover Shello's memory. However, was that could make Jocelyn easily say, "And since none of this would have happened without your negligence, I think if anyone could be responsible for the mess in our family..., then you're the one."

I flipped and continued to flip, but there was not a single happy incident in this book. “Dear lovely diary, the rice is as cold as ice, I wish to eat something warmer.” I sat upright, what is the meaning of this? “Dear diary, I just understood my role in the family, I’ve known this for a very long time but I am a coward that doesn’t want to accept reality, I’m nothing but a failure, I don’t deserve the life that I have.” Why… Why would she think such hideous things about herself? Was she always like this?

LAURA I felt like I was losing my mind, maybe I was. Why in the Goddess’s name was I thinking about that foolish girl? She ran away from home, why would I worry about her. That damned diary, what I read there was driving me insane. I should have thrown it away, but I just couldn’t. I was drawn to it like a moth to the flame. Like a moth, when it’s drawn to the flame, it was not like it didn’t know it could burn, it did but curiosity always got the better of it and it always ended up going straight to the flame, ignoring the possible danger.

“Don’t... Theo, don’t underestimate him. He’s dangerous. He is not completely cured from his sickness. He was just released by his mother. You know her, she is very much of an evil Queen. I have met her before, she is sicker than Chase. They all are not normal." He didn’t respond right away, but I could feel the tension in him. I couldn't understand why he was not reacting and repressing all it. “You don’t understand,” I continued. “He’s not normal. He’s mentally ill… some kind of psycho. I saw it. I read it. He has been obsessed with me since we were teenagers. For some sick reason he wants me. I don't know why he is targeting me.” The images came back all at once. The diary. My name was wr

"My day went well. I have met my colleagues in a cafe to talk about our new project, but most of the talks were not actually about the project but about unrelated things. I wanted to protest and ask them to focus on our work, but I kept quiet of course. They even asked me to join them to go to a club after the meeting which I'm sure they didn't mean to. I know everyone thinks of me as a boring girl who doesn't know how to have fun. I wanted to say I would love to join them and see the surprised looks on their faces but of course again, I didn't. It is a boring day and I hope I can finally meet someone whom I can share my thoughts everyday with.” That's my diary entry for the day. As a 30-yea

I screamed, mostly to myself. Adrian caught up to me and we both struggled to take a breath. "He is funny. I like him"he smirked. "Ask him out"I stated, making him look at me with a horrified look on his face. I wanted to laugh so hard but I hated this man's guts. Are all men this stupid or is it my luck to make me meet crazy people? I took a deep breath and stood in front of him. I had to say this. "Listen to me Mr. Romano. I'm a 24 year old lady who has lost her parents in an awful way. I've been taking care of my brother for the last 5 years. I've never asked for help because simply, all of my family rejected us. They all disowned Cody and I like we are trash. When my parents died, I coul