Novel & Cerita Diario

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the beginning of me journaling my new life in a new city. I read somewhere online that it’s a therapeutic practice. For me, it’s an escape. The only way I can express myself in a world where I feel more alone than I have ever been.

After repacking her bag she came across a journal book that had a pen holder. She flashed back to the day she received the Journal from Gemma no. She was joyful for a moment until she remembered what happened last night. She couldn't help but shed a tear. As soon as she got over the feeling of sadness she slid the pen out of its holder placed; The wedding Journal in front of her, opened the leather-bound journal,l and opened the first page. The writing prompt was; 🌹A bride must always be organized 🌹 She looked at the heading for a moment and took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge, she took the pen in between her thumb and index fingertips and started writing.

I slowly peeled the fabric and it showed off an old leather-covered book. The first page read "Diary of Roma". A smile slipped on his lips and tears flowed in his eyes. It's my mother's diary.

After cracking the combo which was easy for him, he opened it and quickly saw the folded paper she had left in there. He glanced around the halls for a moment before quickly swapping out the notes, placing the on from yesterday in and taking the new one. He didn't know why he did it. He couldn't help himself. He quickly scrambled away before anyone could see it and headed out to the bleachers where he lit himself a cigarette before opening the new note. Dear Annie, Something weird happened yesterday. Leo Smith talked to me... sort of. It was very odd to say the least. A guy like him doesn't associate with people like me.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

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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,

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

The clock on the wall ticked softly, but Chloe barely heard it. The new house felt strangely alive around her, boxes stacked, curtains half-drawn, air thick with silence. Yet in her hands, the diary pulsed with voices that weren’t hers, carrying her from one life to another. She turned the page. The handwriting curved across the top in bold strokes: “Episode 3 – The Office After Hours.” Chloe’s pulse quickened. She leaned closer and began to read.