Novel & Cerita Teenagers Diary

Hey there, my name is Jun. Typical youth about to graduate college. So... Every year, I do change my diary and so in my last diary, I told the last diary about how I was disvirgined. Now here, I'm eighteen. Just to recap with you about my life, I lived in a home with my mom, in a suburbia and my house was the second to the last on the block, which left an empty house next to ours, or well it was until about three months ago.

Unbeknownst to me, as soon as I rolled up my skirt, my p@nty exploded, and two fingers dug deep into my honeypot. You can call me Alexandra Williams. However, most people just call me Lexi because it's quick and simple. This name is also very appealing to me. My parents passed away when I was twelve. Since then, I've been staying with Vanessa, a friend of my mother's who was a pastor's wife. My little sister is actually not that small. given that I am currently 21 and she is 18. She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.

LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the beginning of me journaling my new life in a new city. I read somewhere online that it’s a therapeutic practice. For me, it’s an escape. The only way I can express myself in a world where I feel more alone than I have ever been.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

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.

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

He stared at the diary in his hand, and That moment, when his conscience grapples with curiosity and the weight of the decision to go ahead no matter what, reverberate within, leaving him in a state, of contemplation and introspection. The next page was more personal, it even has a date on it. That was still their first year in school, they were just teenagers. "Dear Diary, I really don't know how to say this, but I really like him, but he keeps calling me sister, and best friend, I wish he could just see me differently, and know that I want to be more than a friend to him". He read the message again and again, and his heart kept beating, but no name was mentioned, but the words sounds like

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