Contoh Diary Remaja Novels & Stories

Hence, reading her diary feels like she's only waiting for me at home. January 16, 2016 Hello, diary. Thank you for hearing me out. This is just a normal day for me. Nothing special. I was with my daughter Rebecca. She told me that she wanted to eat some vanilla ice cream. That's why I accompanied her to one of our favorite cafes...

Even though I may not fit your perfect description of a perfect teenager or a boy with a six pack and a broad chest, I bet I can easily fit into your world, but I will leave that for you to decide because I firmly believe that every human has a right to their own opinion. I live in a small town not too far from a big city called Port-Harcourt. It is a big city with a lot of modern hotels and buildings; the kind of place you would be willing to spend a few cash all in the name of getting to the peak of an extraordinary life you feel is enjoyment. Also, I go to a secondary school not too far away from my home. It is not really the kind of school that I wished for or hoped to attend, but it is

His hand moves to his lap, unzipping his shorts casually, like he’s just getting comfortable. I see his penis come out, already half-hard. He starts stroking it slowly, up and down. The tip gets shiny. I lean back on the bench, breasts still exposed, one hand lightly pinching my nipple. It feels good, the feeling of being exposed. A group of teenagers rides by on bikes, one looks twice and whispers to a friend. They don’t stop, but their attention excites us. Mike strokes faster now. His penis is fully hard, thick. I can’t handle it anymore.

Breath hanging as i read the words; “Day 2; I met a sad boy, dear diary. A sad boy who doesn’t cry.” Doesn’t cry? A sad boy who doesn’- The room tilted for a second then. The air suddenly thick as a memory flowed in like water. My vision blurring slightly. “Why don’t you keep a diary?” His voice echoed, “You can use it to say whatever you don’t want to tell anyone. It’ll be your own secret.” I stared at him, face unclear. A young boy, A younger me. Cheeks wet with tears.

"Hey Diary! Alam mo bang natupad na yung unang list ko. May nakilala akong lalaki kanina. Ay mali. Hindi ko pala s'ya nakilala kasi hindi ko nakuha name n'ya. Pero gaya ng nasa unang list ko, kailangan kong maka-kilala ng isang lalaki na mapag-sasabihan ko ng sakit ko. Sana talaga pumayag s'ya. Nga pala, medyo tahimik s'ya, I mean tahimik talaga s'ya. Parang walang kaibigan. Pero sa tingin ko mas okay 'yon kasi hindi s'ya masasaktan pag nawala ako. 'di ba?" "Goodevening Diary! Nakasabay ko s'ya kanina sa pagpasok. Nakakatuwa s'ya kasi sobrang tigas n'ya. Hindi man lang ngumingiti. Pero alam mo ba, binigyan n'ya ako ng pagkain. As in ako umubos ng pagkain n'ya. Nahiya nga ako kasi wala s'yan

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,

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

the inscribed words intensified my anxiety as I turned over the pages of the diary. Many stuff in there were personal, I hope you don’t expect me to share them. The diary was designed beautifully, a page wrote “is it possible to love someone when you are just sixteen?” the next page inscribed “if only he was not younger than me” I read through some poems which she had composed, sometimes she would inscribe a writing with no contextual meaning. The last paragraph where her writing stopped inscribed “I'm scared – butterflies become afraid right – just one snap and they are dead.” I was lucky to see her coming straight to my direction, I quickly left the diary on its previous spot then reclined

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 . .

Everything that she hadn't told me or she couldn't have the chance to show. I sat on the bed beside her and opened it. I wasn't ready actually for what I saw. The first page had her name, written in a toddler's handwriting with crayons. Undoubtedly, she wrote it. The diary itself looked so old. The first few pages were filled with her childish demands like "Why do we need to study?" "I hate school" "The math teacher is a witch" "The principal is also a witch. She scolded me because I broke that stupid girl's nose. She was bullying me. I want to break her legs too"