Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Novels & Stories

Still sobbing I took a walk and then noticed a tree a really big one that had a bench under and sat there. I just let my tears flow because keeping them in would just kill me. Christina teased me on a daily basis but this year I think she'll kill me with all these embarrassments in the cafeteria. *** Hi loves am still a newbie here and that's why i need feedbacks do you think my book is coming together?

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

"Hey Diary! Alam mo bang natupad na yung unang list ko. May nakilala akong lalaki kanina. Ay mali. Hindi ko pala s'ya nakilala kasi hindi ko nakuha name n'ya. Pero gaya ng nasa unang list ko, kailangan kong maka-kilala ng isang lalaki na mapag-sasabihan ko ng sakit ko. Sana talaga pumayag s'ya. Nga pala, medyo tahimik s'ya, I mean tahimik talaga s'ya. Parang walang kaibigan. Pero sa tingin ko mas okay 'yon kasi hindi s'ya masasaktan pag nawala ako. 'di ba?" "Goodevening Diary! Nakasabay ko s'ya kanina sa pagpasok. Nakakatuwa s'ya kasi sobrang tigas n'ya. Hindi man lang ngumingiti. Pero alam mo ba, binigyan n'ya ako ng pagkain. As in ako umubos ng pagkain n'ya. Nahiya nga ako kasi wala s'yan

Let up from screwing with me. And as I did anytime I was feeling agitated, or just drained, I wrote in Ayla: my diary. My hand sought her, and when I held her in my grip I unbuttoned the latch securing her pages. Pages of my sweat, tears, joy; and pretty much my whole life. I passed my fingers over the beautifully old pages, my hand flipping through phases of my life. My fingers halted on a page. It was peppered with numerous love emoticons, XOs and exclamation marks.

Humphrey then suggested her to write it down and gave her this diary. She has been writing everything she has been feeling in this diary…related to... everything that happened that day. She has written about her nightmares… her version of truth of that day…her worries for her uncle and the Grisham’s…. about how grateful was she to the people here….how she was doubtful if she would live or not…about how she missed her mother whom she never met…everything. Everything….except one thing….

Once we settle in and she seems more calm, I give her a gentle reminder that she and I still need to talk about what happened the previous night. She sets her burger down and brushes the crumbs off of her fingers. “Hold on, let me get my book.” She climbs off the stool and hops off to her room. She comes back quickly with a ragged, thick blue book with bits and pieces of papers sticking out of it and climbs back onto the stool, facing me. “I'm so glad Mom put this in my bag. She remembered how important it is to me. This isn’t just a notebook, Keller. It’s kind of like a diary, I guess, or a journal? I’ve been trying to figure out the difference. And depending on the website you refer to, I

I said in a shaky voice and tugged at my wig. "It wasn't anybody's fault, it was our fate," Katy murmured, got up from the floor and then she handed me a black diary. "Here, read this." She patted my shoulder and quietly left. The diary was my sister's, she wrote it when she was sick. She wrote it six months ago, after everything went downhill. She wrote it for me, to give me strength and hope. It was a compilation of all the famous quotes that motivated me to push forward.

said Catherine. They nodded and followed her out of the room. As soon as they left, Gisella drew her drawer beside the mirror and took out her diary. She dropped it on the table and smiled as she wrote. " I'm Gisella Antonio and this is the story of my life. Although life wasn't so easy on me but I stood and fought an endlessly battle which I almost lost but finally won at the end. I once looked down on myself. Feeling so useless, aimless and unwanted. I felt like a curse rather than a blessing.

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

It felt like he could read me like an open book. “Give it back. You have no right to read my diary.” I tried again, in a bold voice to hide how shaken I was. “Jesus. Damn. You are writing erotica about your brother because we'll know you hate my gut.” “I didn't say that. Give me my book.” “I saw all the bad things you wrote about me—including that I am only having sex with different girls to fulfill my big ego and the fact that I can't get it to stand up. Do you hate me that much to write this lie about me?”