Thoughts Diary Novelas e Histórias

Ate better and had more positive thoughts. But that diary seemed to have triggered something in me tonight. I opened the small pill box. Only to find it empty. The last of the pills were gone. I can’t even remember the last time I took them. I suddenly felt cranky and very, very angry. I went through every corner of the car. But still no luck. My head hurt like it was about to explode. My whole mood was getting irritated. My eyes fell on the diary. The things that Carla had done were drilled back into my brain.

4th January 2022 I am writing furiously on my diary and im sorry to it because I feel like I'm going to explode. the guilt of taking a father away from a baby and trying to justifying saving my brother's happiness and life with it. "What are you doing? We have the night train to catch and you've been writing on that diary since yesterday" Olson walked into my room "Nothing.. I just wanted to write down the excitement I feel about finally leaving this place" I smiled standing up.

There is no need to write a public blog, a sort of personal journal is perfectly valid. You will live more focused. If you constantly write about your thoughts you will never get out of sight what you want to achieve, which your dreams are. You will overcome tough moments faster. There is some research that suggests that those that write about what is happening overcome tough moments quicker than those who don’t. You will have a lot of written memories. If you write each day, you will have a historical record of your thoughts, probably something much more interesting than a simple photo album. And, who knows, maybe you end up publishing a book ;)

Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it. Joe jumped on the bed and placed the book before him to rest on the bed. He opened the first page gently. The book wrote dear diary on its first page. Joe adjusted his sitting position to lay on the bed to enjoy the content. “I never thought I would also be writing a diary of my own, well, I guess I am now” the next line of the diary stated. “The first experience I would like to write about on this day being the second day in the month of November 2021 is that…

I ask. "Oof, right into the heavy hitter questions." He glances over at me. "Sorry, I've never been great at small talk." "No," He pauses. "I like that. Let me think a moment." He looks straight ahead, and I can tell he's really thinking. Something about the way he takes his time is really attractive. "Don't tell anyone, but I keep a sort of journal." He says, almost laughing at himself. "I know it seems weird, and it's not like some dramatic thing, but I like to keep a log of important events in my life."

He said hugging tighter. "I'm sorry" I let out hoarsely, We sat down for a while watching the waves together with my head on his shoulder, until I decided to break the silence. "I can't hear your thoughts Adrian" I confessed. "What!?" He asked completely astonished. "You're the only human I've encountered that I couldn't read his thoughts, I've always found it easy to penetrate into anyone's mind and get his thoughts but I don't find yours easy " I explained further. "How's that possible?" he asked, face scrunched up in a curious glance.

Jordan's view point I've got a new home now. The cartons are still stashed somewhere in one corner, and the fastest attention grabber is the big mirror wedged against the wall of my bedroom. It looks enormous just leaning against the wall; soon, I’ll watch myself touch myself through this very mirror. My heart beats up a little; I have waited for this: a singular act of claiming this space as my own, truly seeing myself as I am- a trans man in love with his body. No distractions.

The past is in the past, that's what we think. But is it true? No! Because the moment that you think about it, our past becomes our present. 2019, was marked on the journal. This means that she wrote this journal last year. She was having mixed feelings about this journal. It was going to answer the questions that she didn't even asked. She started reading... 18 July Dear diary, today I am happy. After a long time I am welcoming the day with a warm hug. And there is only one reason behind it, Ian.

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.

It was a ritual she had come to cherish, a moment of quiet reflection before the chaos of the day unfolded. As she gazed at the words she had penned in her diary, a sense of determination washed over her. She traced the curves of each letter with her finger, committing them to memory. This diary was more than just a collection of thoughts; it was a roadmap to her future, a testament to her resilience and perseverance. With a deep breath, Racehal closed the diary and set it aside. Today was the day she would embark on a new journey, a journey fueled by ambition and a relentless drive to succeed. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.