Diary Everyday Life Novels & Stories

Not even my mother, who had lived inside one for twenty six years and loved me enough to press a bottle into my hand in a closed room. Nobody tells you it's mostly ordinary. That was the thing that caught me completely unprepared. The sheer relentless ordinariness of sharing a life with another person. Not the dramatic moments those I had catalogued and prepared for and could navigate. The ordinary ones. Breakfast at the same table every morning. The sound of another person's footsteps moving through your space at six in the morning. The specific way someone held a coffee cup or turned a newspaper page or cleared their throat before saying something they'd been thinking about for a while.

try to make our relationship successful. I went back to my room, as today was Sunday and had no classes.. I leant on the table, beside my bed and started writing my diary. Diary is the only friend I have right now..other than Samar.. Diary was with me..when I felt alone..disheartened..and she was with me in every step of my life..every second of my life. ____________________________________ Dear diary Today I made breakfast for him but he didn't eat. I was quite disheartened but it's okay. I will give a try to our relationship. He needs time..I will give him…

Then I sit on the floor with the diary in my lap. I open it. (DIARY) Dear Diary, Sorry it’s been over two years since I wrote to you. I stopped because nothing interesting was happening. But today is different. I turned 18 this morning. Everyone keeps saying 18 is the year your whole life changes. I don’t know if that’s true but I hope so. I want a mate. I want a future. I want someone who looks at me the way people look at their mates in cinemas. I flip through more pages; most of the things I saw were small things, Normal things, talking about training, about her mother, about the pack.

Dear Diary, Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward. I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.

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!"

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.

I am Sandra and I live in a small country in Europe with my smaller brother and my parents. Brought this Diary last week and I thought I should record my daily life here. So today is 23/9/2023 just another day during the winter holidays between the two semesters. That’s why I had a lot of time and I spent my days taking long baths, masturbating, reading and watching stuff on the internet. Every weekend I would get out with my friends to have fun but I was mostly at home which I was enjoying to its fullest.

I jumped out of bed quickly and headed straight to my desk, picking my diary up out of the drawer. This diary was invaluable in managing my day-to-day life. I recorded my mood daily and a summary of the events of the day, I also kept track of official functions and pack-related affairs in there so I didn't forget a single thing. Every morning I wrote a list of the things that I needed to do that day. I turned to the page that should have held the list that I clearly remembered writing as soon as I woke up on the eve of my anniversary, but the page was blank.

How should I start writing. "Hey Diary, Here comes another day of my so-called Regular Boring College Life. Or I shouldn't say it boring as it was full of nonsense. All the people I know here, are shitty. But, all this nonsense can't help me forget about my Unknown Hero. How can I forget him? He has something super natural in him.

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.