Dear Diary Novels & Stories

Our hate, our jealousy cost a lot. She stands up and walks out of my room. I remain in the same position and crying harder then before. I see my diary on nightstand and grab it. I open it to read. 2019: Dear mom, Today is the worst day of my life. It’s been months since I wrote you and in that months we suffered a lot. Every day I fear. I fear for losing you. I don’t know mom, how I say. How I say that you left us. You left us alone. How I say mom. How? We lost you mom. Mom you were the one who made our family happy. Mom you left us today. Today is your funeral and I can’t sit there with everyone. You know that mom, I don’t like sympathy. I don’t like condolences. I just hate it. That’s why

Amid the dialogue, there were moments of laughter and shared reminiscence—a reminder that even in grief, the spark of life and love could not be extinguished. Back in the infirmary, as the night deepened further, Zuri found herself revisiting the diary she had kept. She flipped through the pages, each entry a mixture of raw emotion and the hope that had slowly begun to bloom despite the darkness. In one entry, written in a shaky yet determined hand, she had written: *“Every scar is a story, every tear a lesson. Today, we learn that healing is not forgetting, but growing stronger together.”* The words resonated with her now more than ever.

But maybe there's nothing wrong with trying. "That's my name." I whispered as I opened his diary. Dear diary, That's all it says and then there's a date when he wrote them? _ Dear diary, I'm happy right now because Ken and I are getting married tomorrow, the one I'm telling you about who I have a crush on, is that transferee in our section? How can you forget the diary, I always tell you about it! Hey!

She didn’t answer, but her silence was enough as an answer. I was the one fighting the possibility. Slowly, I flipped the page. The next page had actual writing. I swallowed and began reading. Dear Diary, It’s the eighteenth of September, in the year 2018, and today, I think I officially hate the Whitmore twins. The first one is annoying; the second one is worse. At least I hate the first one! Ugh, wait! I don’t even know.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

It's always tense like they have been ordered to guard me. I don't think I will ever get used to this place. It doesn't feel like home at all. Hazel "Poor Hazel," I whisper as I turn the page to the next entry. December 7th, 1972 Dear diary, Terrible things happen in this pack. I knew Graham and his father didn't like mixed matches, but I guess I never realized just how much.

She then ignored the text and moved to the second page accepting that fine i am a douchebag . Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny .

Keep shining my beautiful baby girl. This was getting weirder and weirder. I opened the diary and began reading: "My dear princess, On this day, the 25th of Augus 1995,I had thought of keeping a diary for you to reflect on for years to go.I wanted it to be one that you would thoroughly enjoy me reading to you.I saw us reading it togther years to come and I would be so proud of you my love that.As I stare at your little fit it's a wonder how you were able to come out of me but you did and that had made me the happiest mother in the whole world and I can’t wait to see you grow but I do want to be with you in every moment of your life. You are such a light to both your father and I and you woul

It was the diary in which I used to write everything! I held it in my hands and settled myself on the bed. I peered it open to see a blinding light flashing through it. “What?” I fluttered my eyes shut. After a minute, I opened them to see the diary in its normal state. The page I had opened was the beginning one. It had an entry already written with….today’s date. I commenced reading it. ^Dear Diary, Today I am leaving my home and going to my college. I am way too excited! But then at the same time, I will miss mom.