Thoughts Diary Novels & Stories

As I glanced down at the diary once more, I pondered the extent of this stupid mess. I just have to do something real quick

I poked Clark's cheek causing him to look at me and sparingly smile. “What are you thinking?” I asked. “About what is happening right now, it is not normal anymore. I do not want to think any bad things but I cannot help but to think something really unusual,” he answered. I just shrugged my shoulders because of his answer. I just stood up and went to my seat. I opened my bag to get my diary and immediately walked out of the room again to go to the back of the University. My dairy was almost full because half of it already have entries. I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me.

"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."

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Alex.

Preview “What were you doing this morning?” My eyes widened, my heart pounding in my ears. I glanced at the diary and it struck me. Those ruffled pages. Shit, shit, shit. After journaling every day for a week, I wrote my fantasies regarding Aiden on different torn pages. I always tucked them back in the diary, reminding myself to pull them out before I brought it to the session. But I was in such a hurry that I had completely forgotten about them.

Those thoughts filled her mind. So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

July 2nd, 1943- First Diary Entry. I hate writing and I don't know why granny gave me a diary for my birthday I mean it's a book, I can't even eat it and it's not even cute. Anyway, granny said I would know what to write about when it was time but I think the crazy is getting to her.

I will enjoy the silence for as long as I can. The diary sits back on my desk and begs me to read. James said it was okay, so the guilty feeling has mostly left, but now that I know she committed suicide, I don't know if I should read it. The diary is addressed to her future self, and I pray to the goddess that it isn't me. After I eat dinner and change into my nice pajamas and brush my hair and teeth, the diary continues to prod at me until I open it. December 7th, 1991

This is different from the wanting. This is thoughts that arrive without the wanting attached, thoughts that are just about him, about who he is and what he carries and what it was like to be twenty-three in the middle of something you did not yet understand, thoughts that have no strategic function and no escape application and no place in any template I have built in thirty days or in the twenty-six weeks before that, thoughts that arrive in the kitchen when I am at the counter and in the bed when I am looking at the ceiling and in the yard when I used to be at the eastern wall and the eastern wall had the dock angle and the escape plan and now I am in the household and sometimes the thoug

It was so unlike him to call her so many times but he still did. Heaving a heavy breath, Sia finally opened the drawer and took out John's diary from it. She did not want to read it but there must be a reason as to why Lara sent it to her. She had to find out the reason even if she did not want to. Sitting on the bed, Sia opened the diary and started reading. A sad smile crossed her lips when she turned the first page. It's title was ' Thoughts '. Sia chuckled out at how stupid he was. All of their names were written and his thoughts about them were written down under those names.