Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Romane & Geschichten

she shrugged lightly, "...that's hers." She tapped the diary once, thoughtful. "Still intense though," she muttered, a faint hint of dry humor returning. Her thumb slid between the pages again. "Maybe the next one will let me breathe a little," she said under her breath. Then she opened the diary and turned to the next story. _____ Episode 17 – Behind the Curtain

But the amount of sacrifices I had to make, the kind of things I had to do, the amount of dirt I had soiled my hands in, I can't even begin to talk about it, but it's really bad. but then again, no big money comes clean. That I have to handle along side with our chicken only Restaurant; The hot pot And then the Fitness home; Legs up and then the Club; Garden of Eden, where sin was born. I've been thinking of a lot of things lately but Charlie just seems to take a large space in my head and it's somehow annoying because.. I've never had to deal with these kind of feelings before until I met him, I don't know if I'm going crazy or I actually like him

Aditi was seating on her bed as her hand-carried a pen that was scribbling on her personal diary as her tears fell apart. 09.05.20xx, I tried...I tried everything I could, No matter how many messages I left you, you won't even care to message me back...you cold-hearted jerk. No...Sorry, you are not cold-hearted I take my words back. But why did you go back? Will you come back again? Will you ever know there is a girl called Anvi who secretly liked you, like you, and will also do...? Will you ever know...that from the moment I saw you...I fell head over heels for you. Anan...this so-called diary which I'm writing to you...will it ever reach you...?", The entry ended...her tear fell off from h

“I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope. This first chronicle, for example, I wrote on the bus, the day Lelete told me about her resignation from her second job. She called, crying, that she couldn't take it anymore, that the world was boring. And the worst, I agreed with her and put it on paper.

I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya. Miya is really very good friend of mine and she loves me a lot. You know what dear diary, she's been the pillar of my life now. I don't know how would I've survived here in the orphanage if she wasn't there for me. She knows me well, my past and my sorrows. I know she'll listen to me every night, every single moment to me if I ask her. But I don't want to disturb her. She's already done enough for me. So that is why I'm sharing

It was a call from my editor – sharing the good news that the interview I had with IBS-CON network ranked number one in talk shows and that my book was once again sold out in a well-known bookstore. Elated I was, I ran inside my room and wrote about it in my journal. And while I was happily writing the news about my success, I caught a glimpse of an old notebook – stuck in between my two other novels. I pulled it out, and in an instant, the memories I had written in that diary rushed over me. I felt the urge to open it – which I did, and there I read what seems to happen like yesterday... ******************* Dear Diary, I'VE BEEN BULLIED AGAIN!

If it were not his father's acquaintance, he would have killed them by now. … ….. "Where the fuck it is?!" Katherine hissed. She searching for her diary. Yes she writes. She feels as if the burden, grief inside her abates when she puts her feelings into the diary, Not only that she feels as if the diary is her bestest friend. She definitely can't tell everything to her friend Alessia, something should be kept to oneself and that something goes to the diary. "Fuck, I forgot to bring it!" She thought. And took her laptop instead. She opened it, and started pouring her out with those fast fingers, with tears sliding through her cheeks.

“How did that affect you?” “It broke something,” I said simply. “Something I have not fully recovered from.” He nodded once. “And after that?” “After that, everything started making sense in the worst possible way. The recording that was leaked, the things that were said, the manuscript I came across later.” Matteo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The manuscript?” I gave a short nod. “She wrote it like a diary. An age gap romance story. It was very detailed and personal.” “What stood out to you?” he asked.

She smiled at me before turning her attention to Kael. “Kael! I’ve missed you.” She ran to him and hugged him. They look so happy. I had no business staying inside the boss’ office so I left quietly. I went back to my desk. I took out my diary. As someone in my age, you’d think diaries would be outdated but I try to be traditional. I write my feelings in this diary. Everything I feel and experience is written here. I have no friends and family and this is the only way I could vent out my feelings.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.