Novel & Cerita Example Of Short Diary

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.

My fingers twitch to spark one up and my lungs scream to be put through the wringer with nicotine like a pair of dirty little hookers. But I can't! All thanks to Caddies little terror making himself at home by the window. The sun rays kiss his fair little face as he blows tiny dribble bubbles. I’m so bored out of my fucking mind I even attempted to count the visible dust particles that floated through the air. They looked like they were having more fun than I was and I started to feel jealous. I’m going out of my mind and It's only been sixty bloody minutes......

*** Dear Diary, As I write on this final page, I want to thank you for being a safe space for me to share my thoughts. Writing here has always been a way for me to communicate with clarity, to learn more and to be more productive. It has always given me an awareness of reality, thus helping me make better decisions for me to be happier and to live more focused. I have a lot of written memories here, and I wish I could write here forever. Thankfully, I can go to the pixie in the enchanted forest to get another diary just like this one so I can continue those special memories. I will definitely miss writing here, but I am also glad that I had the chance to share all my special times here. I ho

It was a kind of motivational story that She finds interesting and motivated in this kind of scenario. After ten minutes, Akshadh completed writing and he placed the diary in the table as usual. Janu was completely immersed in the book. She was not interested in reading his love personal diary. Every day while cleaning the room, she had a glance at the diary but she never opened it. It is more than enough to get hurt him every day and didn't want to get hurt by reading that in his absence. Akshadh took long steps and took his bike key. He informed his maa and went out.

Happiness always came into my life in flashes, like lightning, before it disappeared or went back to wherever it came from. Dear Diary, Today I decided to give up, to let go. Today I was about to leave you behind. I realize how heartbroken you would have been. Because breathing the scent of these pages daily makes me happy, I hope it makes you feel good too. You are the best thing in my life besides sleeping and drinking coffee. I just wanted to apologize. It was rude. At least, I should have left a note, a small goodbye. And for that, you have the right to stay mad at me or stop our friendship. Of course, that would break my heart. It's already broken, anyway.

The first entry of my diary read: "Dad hasn't given me an allowance for a week now. I don't want to put more pressure on him, so I've been picking up bread rolls people throw away in the cafeteria… They're 40 cents each. People are so wasteful. "But if they threw the bread into the trash, why did they still beat me up for eating it? It hurts so much, Dad…" Dad's hands began to shake so badly that he nearly dropped the diary into the fire.

"Sarah found this in Scarlett's den. It's from her last year." Mother's hands trembled as she opened my diary. "Year 5, Day 1: Another year in this cave. The black magic burns worse every day. I miss home. I miss Mom." "Day 15: Saw Father and Vivian at training today. He was teaching her alpha moves. He used to teach me those, once." "Day 45: Found half a loaf behind the market. Lucky day. The pain isn't so bad when I'm not hungry."

Above all I did not want him to vent his anger on me, so, preferred going for the safe side. I stormed back into my room while blushing in the corridor. My cheeks were pink thinking about the intimate moment between the two of us. That was what had occupied my mind at that time. I open the closet and took out my diary. Yes, diary! I liked maintaining journals. My diary had records of sweet and sour experiences of my life. I extended my mind there. Well, it had been quite a few days since I had not written anything in it. My diary helped me grow personally and captured events that passed by instantly.

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.

Amidst the anxiousness, I opened the diary. [1st August 2054. Rainy. I met her while waiting for the bus today. She seemed to have just come from a talent show. She was still in her dance shoes. She looked beautiful. A driver came to pick her up, so I couldn't talk to her, but I really liked her.] [6th October 2054. Gloomy. She accidentally stained her pair of shoes during lunch. She threw them into the bin after only wearing them once. I picked them up, washed them, and placed them in my closet. I'll think of her every time I see the shoes.]