Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Romane & Geschichten

I suddenly remembered Sandra talked about her kids when we met, could they be mine? I stood up from the chair and rushed to my room, then I got out my diary. That's where I write my daily activities and I have a special page where I write my horrible days. I opened the late for my horrible days but It wasn't there. I can't believe I never asked that day to my horrible days instead it was part of the normal days of my life. If only I was not too much of a coward I would have told her the truth. That I never really hated her I was just scared of bring committed.

I suppose that if it happens I would like… I think it is the best option to not forget anything —she whispered, and the melancholy that dragged in her voice reached my chest. —What things do you write? I inquired, partly curious, partly trying to divert her mind from melancholy thoughts. —At first banal things. I started in college, so the first few are just homework, mom's appointments, what she had forgotten, paying the bills. That kind of things. She—she She turned the pages until she reached the top of the diary. Then I started writing about my day. I still put in the routine, important meetings or calls, but I also added what I was feeling, the people I knew, the places I went to, my fa

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,

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

It didn’t say anything about the animals or people of that land. Erica got tired and bored and closed the book, “This is so damn boring,” she sighed and closed the book and pushed it away. “May be you can put yourself back,” she talked to the book and then looked around, she felt ashamed, what if someone saw her talking to a book. Talking to a book? Damn it, Erica quickly got up and rushed towards her bag, she pulled out her diary from it and sighed. She was so caught p in all the drama that she forgot about it.

Someone laughed when I stumbled. Another girl muttered, “Pathetic.” Katie walked up to me and sized me up with disgust on her face. “You will always be a loser, no one will ever want you.” I turned and ran in the opposite direction, ignoring the shouts behind me. I rushed to the bleachers, grabbed my bag, and yanked out my diary with shaking hands. My diary was my only escape. I wrote gently; I wanted him in this very locker room, sensual and sexy, no rush. He'd corner me after everyone left, his big hands gentle on my waist as he backed me against the lockers.

A diary! Does she write diaries? Impressive. I was suddenly curious to know about her. What she wrote there. I opened the first page and was met with a not so clear handwriting but it was beautiful, "Hey dear diary, from now on you are my only friend as no one wants to talk with me because of my stuttering problem." The mention of the stuttering problem gave me goosebumps. It felt familiar!! HER thoughts came to mind. My hands tightened on the diary.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

I flipped the diary open again, bracing myself. And holy hell. Charlotte had written A LOT. About Max. About Maya. About her insecurities. About literally everything. And then halfway through a page My eyes caught a sentence that grabbed my entire soul by the throat. “I really hate hiding my sexuality. I’m so scared that one day somebody will find this and go crazy because of how perfect I look, lol. But thank goodness I never take this book anywhere out of my house.” My heart started racing. I read further, breath shaking. Thai should definitely be some kind of poem or riddle. I secretly pray it's a poem because riddles are so not me

"This means more to me than words can express." With renewed determination, Katie began using the journal to chronicle the stories of the individuals she had helped. Each entry was filled with heartfelt reflections, capturing the essence of their struggles and the triumphs they had achieved. The journal became a testament to the power of resilience, self-discovery, and the transformative nature of love.