Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Dear Diary My life has become a dry spell. I don’t know what I want. I am not a moody bitch, neither am I a badass. I was a good girl, so still, I am a good girl. I am tired of playing victim. I know, I know life has led me here, but I don't know one thing, why I could not satisfy this society, not this society, but any society. Maybe I don’t belong to any society. I belong to no one. I am me, a person who has got nothing but space in her. A voice in my mind says so, Saliha, no one is responsible for your actions, no one but you. Do I? Whenever I make myself calm by telling myself so, I feel like a rebel, but can slaves be subversive? They do? Here my thoughts got stuck. I don’t know what it

Maybe one day I will tell her when I am away from this place, away from my father. A silence fills the car. Ryland is concentrating on the road while I am lost in my thoughts. I close my eyes, trying to think of good things. I am trying to cleanse my mind of all the bad stuff. I have thought about it way too much over the last few days. Life isn’t perfect; it is nowhere near perfect, but I don’t want that to consume me. If I do, he wins, and I refuse to let that happen. “We should go bowling.” My sudden suggestion breaks the silence.

I went over to pick the book up before going to sit on my reading chair turning on the lamp. I opened the book and the first thing that I saw was " Yo! diary, whats up, things didn't go as planned today, turns out Martin wasn't actually crushing on me, I felt so sad when he told everyone openly that he actually had crush on Vivian, all thanks to the stupid truth or dare game played. Why must it happen today, the day I planned to tell him about my feelings, everything sucks diary" " Geez, such a pathetic girl, why would you tell a guy you like him first?." I didn't even know when I said that aloud, flipping through the book. I kept on wondering, if this was what people do, talking to a book?

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

This is dangerously tempting. Shaking my head, I discard on the bedside table, crawling back onto the bed. Staring down at the green and white quilt, I attempt to distract myself with a loose thread, until suddenly I can't take it anymore. Silently cursing myself, I grab the diary, flipping it open at the middle. Pages upon pages are filled with sloped, uneven wiring, clearly done while rushed. Squinting, I attempt to read a few paragraphs, knowing I'm doing something so terrible wrong.

“We went to the same school?” “Which rich kid didn’t go to Whitmore High at this point?” Calliope chuckled, then leaned back against her seat to relax as the driver wheeled us around smoothly on the long road leading back into the city. “Bianca knew about you three, and the moment she did, our problems began.” I chewed on my lower lip, my heart slamming against my rib cage as I stared back at the diary. Every page I flipped was another chapter that pulled me in deeper. The first few pages were innocent. School complaints, scholarship stress, exams, books, teachers, and my sister.

Amelia screamed. “Keep reading,” Nate said. She flipped the page. It had all the stuff he loved about her, including the things she did to annoy him. She flipped to the second page. Which said how much he liked her butt. “Very funny,” Amelia said. Nate smirked at her reaction. She kept flipping the pages. The book was full of things that made her laugh. She finally reached the final page of the book and paused. Her heart started to hammer against her chest. She felt like her whole world was spinning.

' Dear Diary, I found myself conversing again with my dear friend, reminiscing about an old memory that we had almost forgotten. About Love, Struggle, and Prayer. It shook me a bit at first, making me reconsider. Can I? Should I? Can I fight, disregard all the negative thoughts in my mind? But I am afraid alone. What if the struggle doesn't end beautifully? Not for me, but for him? Should I fight? Considering that the future at stake is not just mine. But also his?

“It was so stupid.” “What was?” “My plan,” he gripped her finger in his large hand, “I was thinking he’d go away, and I’d swoop in. I would go your father’s house, it was why I was there. I’d congratulate you on your graduation and offer to take you out for dinner to celebrate. I would flirt with you a bit and you would fall for my charms and then we would be together.” His swallowing was loud, “in my head, I guess, I didn’t consider it would hurt you. Arriving to your parents’ house, hearing the sobs as your heart broke, was like a smack to the face. The reality of the situation far outweighed my romantic fantasies.”

I flipped through pages before finally deciding to start at the first page, maybe that will point me to the right direction. Yara would literally murder me if she ever finds out that I looked through her diary. I’m sorry Yara, I said quickly before I started reading. “Dear diary, It’s Yara Adeyemi here, silly me of course you already know that, Daddy said you know everything including what the future holds for me…. I don’t even know what the future holds for me and honestly I’m really scared to find out. Today was a crazy day, I honestly don’t really understand anything that happened, it doesn’t make sense to me. Zara and I turned fourteen yesterday and as my birthday present daddy decided t