Thoughts Diary Novels & Stories

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.

I will try again later. I walked back and forth my room thinking what to do next. I can't just stay here doing nothing. If the entries in my diary are just my daily routine, then I wouldn't feel so worried like now, but it contains everything about me. The people that I liked and the people that I hated. And if the diary notes are with Lance, I'm sure he will tell everyone about it so he can destroy me.

I am Sandra and I live in a small country in Europe with my smaller brother and my parents. Brought this Diary last week and I thought I should record my daily life here. So today is 23/9/2023 just another day during the winter holidays between the two semesters. That’s why I had a lot of time and I spent my days taking long baths, masturbating, reading and watching stuff on the internet. Every weekend I would get out with my friends to have fun but I was mostly at home which I was enjoying to its fullest.

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

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!"

*** Dear Diary, As I write on this final page, I want to thank you for being a safe space for me to share my thoughts. Writing here has always been a way for me to communicate with clarity, to learn more and to be more productive. It has always given me an awareness of reality, thus helping me make better decisions for me to be happier and to live more focused. I have a lot of written memories here, and I wish I could write here forever. Thankfully, I can go to the pixie in the enchanted forest to get another diary just like this one so I can continue those special memories. I will definitely miss writing here, but I am also glad that I had the chance to share all my special times here. I ho

"Ugh!" I sighed out to myself as I tore the page out of my jotter, I wanted to fully write about all the crap that was happening to me, you know like a new diary, but I couldn't stop thinking about him, and drowning more into the sea of confusion, also I still wanted my diary back, cause it was mine, and so that I would be able to get it off my mind, and so that there would be enough room to think about what exactly was happening to me, and if I needed to see a doctor or not.

Camille “I love to watch the sun set. Certainly not for it's beauty or breathtaking spectacle, but because I hope tomorrow arrives, and I can witness it fade without it becoming my end.” She inscribed these words into her old, battered diary, a cherished gift from her grandmother, before snapping it shut with a soft finality. Camille had no clue what sparked these thoughts, but she'd cultivated a habit of jotting down whatever floated through her mind. You could call it a small act of rebellion or refuge. She had no idea which was wielding her thoughts.