Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Romane & Geschichten

Charlotte shouted from her throat. “We should go to our rooms. We can’t keep up shouting at each other. We are making more noise,” Care told and slammed her door shut without waiting for another’s reply. She can’t able to sleep. No one can able to sleep peacefully. She took her diary to write about today. Her hands trembled when taking the pen. This is her personal diary. Not even her sisters dare to open it. Dear diary,

I went over to pick the book up before going to sit on my reading chair turning on the lamp. I opened the book and the first thing that I saw was " Yo! diary, whats up, things didn't go as planned today, turns out Martin wasn't actually crushing on me, I felt so sad when he told everyone openly that he actually had crush on Vivian, all thanks to the stupid truth or dare game played. Why must it happen today, the day I planned to tell him about my feelings, everything sucks diary" " Geez, such a pathetic girl, why would you tell a guy you like him first?." I didn't even know when I said that aloud, flipping through the book. I kept on wondering, if this was what people do, talking to a book?

"I understand, Perer. We are good friends. Aren't we?" "Yes, we are." "Good!" Henry acknowledged. "Now, tell me about this diary of yours you have been writing for almost a year now." “You want to hear all about it?” “Yeah! Tell me all about it.” "Well," I started, trying to bring my diary/book/memoir into a positive limelight, "the book I am writing is basically a diary. Inside it, are events of my life that I have recorded. Though, there are times I would like to see it as my memoir but I can't due to the nature of it. My book is not something you will see on every regular bookstore in the market. It is unique and addresses the reader in a way you have never seen before. I know you know it

But then she completed in the next breath. “I read it all…from your personal diary" She said the last words like a weight was lifted up her chest by telling the truth. "Personal Diary?" Ahn asked. The amusement leaving him completely 'What the hell am I? a 13 year old girl to have a personal Diary?' "Yes love yes. I know all about it. The depression you went through. The anxiety and fear of my rejection that you wrote about in your Dairy pages after pages" "Depression! Anxiety,! Fear of rejection!!" Ahn’s voice increasing after every word.

I was ready for any such vile retaliation at school, but I didn't know that Lucy, a girl from Ronan's pack, would openly declare about my personal diary to the entire school. After all, it's called personal for a reason and I have written so many things about Ronan in it. Fuck! I have scribbled his name over and over, on hundreds of pages mindlessly, so what could I possibly do now that she has MY personal diary?

"Then destroy her but don’t come crying to me unless you have a plan." I looked up at her. "A plan?" She smiled. "You want to win? Then stop being a little girl and act like a woman…Hit her where it hurts." A small grin formed on my lips. "What if I exposed the diary? The old one….What if I leaked it?" Her eyes gleamed. "What diary??” "Remember before Alira's incident, she wrote some things in her diary that were personal and about Liam she didn't tell him about…” "Oh that diary!! You found it??”

Kate’s Pov I sat in the corner booth of the quiet cafe, nursing a lukewarm latte that's gone mostly untouched. My mind kept replaying the scene from last night like a broken reel and I can't shut off. Is the fact that Jim— my Jim was pounding into that woman on our bed while his hands gripping her hips so hard that I swear I could see the bruises forming even from the hallway. “Take it all, you greedy bitch,” he had snarled.

"This… This is bullshit! It's a lie! This is all a lie!" Mom slammed the diary shut, throwing it back onto Katrina's lap as if she had burned her fingers. Her voice was shrill and distorted as she yelled, "He's just a liar! He's been a horrible liar ever since he was little! He's just jealous of Jay! He wrote all this to make me suffer the guilt for nothing!" Dad snatched the diary and angrily flipped through it. "Let me see what kind of rubbish he wrote that scared you like this!" He roughly flipped through the pages, the paper rustling softly in his hands.

and for me to prove that I’m no longer the girl he can bully. I fished my diary entry and looked out of the window of my apartment. Some people might regard writing a diary as an old fashioned juvenile activity. But for me, it's a way to process my thoughts and emotions. I used to write a diary in school, but I lost it on the day of graduation. In a way, it was good; I was able to start fresh in my adult life without the weight of my past entries. I slipped into my bed and closed my eyes. Tomorrow was a big day. ********************************************************

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.