Novel & Cerita Contoh Diary Remaja

After quickly freshening up, she casually strolled downstairs, hands in her pockets, ready to face the spectacle. Descending to the lobby, Emily's gaze landed on the notice board where the wanted poster had been replaced with new sheets of paper. Driven by curiosity, she approached, her eyes slowly chilling as she read the contents. The entire wall was plastered with pages from her diary, spanning the years when she was fourteen to sixteen. These pages candidly and passionately documented her most private thoughts during adolescence. "Today, while blowing out my birthday candles, I wished for something related to Elton, but I dare not say it out loud, for my wish is filled with thoughts of h

It was from eight years ago. “Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement."

She offered and walked out. I looked at Aria, she rubbed my back soothingly. “I will be outside, so just take your time.” She kissed my forehead and left. I took the diary and opened it with shaky hands. It was the first page, I read quietly. ‘Date: 13th of May 1990- Dear Diary, I started my work at the community school today and I totally adore those kids, I hope they like me. First impressions are always important.’ I smiled and flipped over to the next page.

July 2nd, 1943- First Diary Entry. I hate writing and I don't know why granny gave me a diary for my birthday I mean it's a book, I can't even eat it and it's not even cute. Anyway, granny said I would know what to write about when it was time but I think the crazy is getting to her.

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

Looking through Sasha's diary page by page, it seems that every page is related to Kacy. Blaky Sudan unconsciously recalled that Kacy was like a little tail behind Sasha, and Sasha loved her only sister. A soft radian is drawn from the corner of the lips. At this time, Blaky Sudan seems to be back in the same year. Until, the date of the diary is displayed on December 3, 2010. Seeing the opening words of the diary, Blaky Sudan's hand suddenly tightened and subconsciously closed the diary. He remembered that day was Sasha's coming of age ceremony. They also held a party to celebrate Sasha, but they never knew it. That day became a nightmare of Sasha's life!

Dear Diary, My therapist said I should write down my thoughts and my feelings in this journal. I don't know if this will help me or not, but I am tired of waking up in hysterical tears and not being able to tell anyone why. It is scary to see the different scenes in my head and not know what they mean or remember the circumstances around the different dreams.

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Alex.

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per