Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Novels & Stories

The dang cat just talked to her. Not in her mind, but vocally. Kitty's intense eyes met Demetria's and held. She felt like bugs were crawling all over her skin. She had powers, yes, but she did not like an animal speaking to her like a human without being prompted. Demetria had been reading Sabrina's diary, which honestly was boring beyond belief. Who documented everything that happened to them in a day? She guessed that back then the lack of entertainment would make you do many boring things. Including writing down your every move.

But now I could see the torment in his eyes. He ran a hand through his curls and sat down slowly, motioning for me to do the same. There was a small fire burning in a metal bowl on the table. Beside it, a leather-bound journal sat, its pages partially torn. “I didn’t know who else to call,” he began. “You’re the only person I trust now.” I didn’t speak. I only nodded, urging him to speak on. By now, I was restless, the air around us was tensed.

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.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

I tried to open the diary but it has a number lock, I used her birthday and birth month but it didn't opened, I used her year of birth it also didn't worked I used her friends birthdays and everything nothing worked, for a trial I thought of checking my birthday, I know she won't use mine but I did just for kind of satisfaction but strangely it worked, so her password is my birthday but why she used my birthday instead of all the people she loved I opened the diary, all the things are about her fun doing with her friends, she wrote about our meeting in elevator and about her first kiss too wahhh she called me cute, then why she never said that infront of me, girls are way mysterious this is

Our hate, our jealousy cost a lot. She stands up and walks out of my room. I remain in the same position and crying harder then before. I see my diary on nightstand and grab it. I open it to read. 2019: Dear mom, Today is the worst day of my life. It’s been months since I wrote you and in that months we suffered a lot. Every day I fear. I fear for losing you. I don’t know mom, how I say. How I say that you left us. You left us alone. How I say mom. How? We lost you mom. Mom you were the one who made our family happy. Mom you left us today. Today is your funeral and I can’t sit there with everyone. You know that mom, I don’t like sympathy. I don’t like condolences. I just hate it. That’s why

,Lady Belle said lovingly. The couple hugged the old lady and kept thanking her profusely and Eunice walked with her mom and handed Accalia a diary. Before they could open it, Eunice explained what it was. "It's my secret diary, where I wrote my fears,aches and thoughts that I couldn't voiced until you helped me overcome my fears and encouraged me to have a higher self esteem. It's not filled yet,so I thought you should have it and when you have kids,show it to them because that's a story of a young girl who was battling depression and anxiety,and lived with her single mother. They're free to write anything on it as long as it is about overcoming fears and pain through friendship and encoura

"Hindi sila bagay. Sayang naman yung napakagwapong estudyanteng yun kung sa kanya lang mapupun-" Binuksan niya ang pintuan ng isang cubicle kung saan kanina pa siya naroroon at nakikinig sa kwentuhan ng mga haters niya. Papalabas na sana siya kanina kaso natigilan siya nang marinig ang usapan ng mga ito. As expected mga alagad na naman ni Katrina. 'Bakit ba kasi pakalat kalat ang mga trolls na ito?! inis niyang reklamo sa isip.'

I needed to pen down my thoughts because that was the only way I could go to bed peacefully without thinking too much. I opened the diary with my ink pen and boldly scribbled. “Dear diary, today was shit. Iris had proposed we had sex or else she would kill Natalie.”

To the guy who only felt real when someone else was watching. To the kid who equated silence with failure. You don’t have to crash to feel alive. You don’t have to be impressive to be loved. You’re allowed to change. He didn’t write every day. Some entries were just a sentence. Others poured out like confessions. Sometimes they read like apologies. Other times, like blueprints for the man he hoped to become. They weren’t meant for anyone else’s eyes. But they meant something to him. One afternoon, he slipped one letter into a book he prepared to contribute. Not due to the fact that he desired someone to discover it, however because it felt right to let it go.