Diary Everyday Life Novels & Stories

It was my medical and emotional diary — an idea Isa had when I was a child. "Write everything down, Giu. Even the fears. That way they don't weigh so much inside here." Today I wrote: "10:48 PM – I'm okay. A little tired, but happy with the day. My heart raced when Noah pulled out the chair for me in the auditorium. Idiot. But it was cute. My health? Normal. Didn't feel anything different. Maybe just missing home. Reminder: call Dad tomorrow." I closed the notebook and placed it on the nightstand.

"Jackpot." I grinned. What better way to know a person's deep, dark secret than through their diary? And with how hidden this one was, there had to be some dirty little secrets. Some recent dirty secrets because the last date was just a few months ago. I sat down on the floor and began reading the first entry. Some minutes and some pages later, I was already getting bored out of my mind. It was just the usual stuff of how her day went and what somebody did to hurt her. Boring drama but no juicy story.

There's still a lot to do today in preparation for your third wedding anniversary tomorrow with Lobo, not to mention the preparations that need to be made for the banquet. Wait, what?" Do you mean to say that the banquet is tomorrow? "Well, yes, don't you remember?" The dagger had pierced my chest so forcefully that I reached up and placed my palm there, but there was no visible damage. Maybe everything that had happened was just a dream. I promptly hopped out of bed and went directly to my desk, pulling my diary from the drawer. This journal helped me immensely with day-to-day life management. I kept track of official events and pack-related activities in there, as well as my mood and a sum

I take a shower, wash my hair and start brushing my teeth. "I wonder what I'm going to wear today." I say to my self. I floss and go back to my room to find something to wear. Nothing. I have nothing to wear. Ugh could this day get any worse. I suddenly remember I'm a witch. I grab my phone and search for outfits on p*******t and I find one that catches my eyes. I stand and study the picture detaily before imagining it on me and in a second, the outfit is on me.

Instead, she shifted gears, asking, "What were you reading?" I snapped my fingers, and my journal reappeared in my hand. It was a treasured possession, filled with entries spanning the past 100 years. I had amassed a collection of these journals, each one a testament to my love of recording every detail of my life. I wrote about experiences, adventures, thoughts, plans, and ideas - nothing was left unrecorded.

Maybe she forgot it when packing,he thought and after a moment of contemplating he opened it and read the first page; --------- 08/05/2021 --------- 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊� �'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝.𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗.

"I meant what I said. I am not changing my mind about it." The woman took her small notebook and wrote something down. I wondered what she was writing but I didn't care to ask. "Do you write?" The woman asked. "Not exactly. I only have a diary where I write down my daily experience." "It is cool that you have a diary where you can be able to keep up with your daily life but do you want to be a professional writer?" "I don't think I want to be a writer. It is just an aspect of the boring life I am forced to live in."

I brought out my phone, and opened my diary app to type. “Dear Diary, College seems normal, and a bit dry. This is not the kind of life I thought I would have if I ever get to get into a college, but here I am, living a life which isn’t mine. I want to have a friend, but I dare not. Having fun is thereby prohibited…” “What are you doing?” Claire asked as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, interrupting my lone time. I immediately went off the app and put my phone into my bag.

"My day went well. I have met my colleagues in a cafe to talk about our new project, but most of the talks were not actually about the project but about unrelated things. I wanted to protest and ask them to focus on our work, but I kept quiet of course. They even asked me to join them to go to a club after the meeting which I'm sure they didn't mean to. I know everyone thinks of me as a boring girl who doesn't know how to have fun. I wanted to say I would love to join them and see the surprised looks on their faces but of course again, I didn't. It is a boring day and I hope I can finally meet someone whom I can share my thoughts everyday with.” That's my diary entry for the day. As a 30-yea

Not long after, with the exhaustion of the night, I just fell asleep. What Zephyrine, Richard, at this time all can not defeat the charm of the week. Today has been a very, very chaotic day, not even that chaotic when I was alive. Sighing, I put the quilt in my hand back on the side of the bed and rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast.Zephyrine wouldn't wake up until around ten o'clock, and I poured raw rice into the rice cooker to make congee as usual before sitting at the dining table and fidgeting. It feels like I'm still in a half-asleep state, like there's a lot of stuff waiting for me to think about, but I don't want to think about anything. Darting my eyes around the house, I saw th