Thoughts Diary Novels & Stories

Keep shining my beautiful baby girl. This was getting weirder and weirder. I opened the diary and began reading: "My dear princess, On this day, the 25th of Augus 1995,I had thought of keeping a diary for you to reflect on for years to go.I wanted it to be one that you would thoroughly enjoy me reading to you.I saw us reading it togther years to come and I would be so proud of you my love that.As I stare at your little fit it's a wonder how you were able to come out of me but you did and that had made me the happiest mother in the whole world and I can’t wait to see you grow but I do want to be with you in every moment of your life. You are such a light to both your father and I and you woul

The kind you’d expect from a bored, spoiled girl. But then on the fifth page of one of the older journals—I found something. Something that sent a chill down my spine. “Dear diary, Today is March, 2012. I will see him again. I’ve only seen him once before, but he’s the kind of person I know I can’t be with. I’m writing this down so maybe one day I’ll remember because I forget things so easily. Oh, I forget things so easily. But the one thing I can’t forget… are his eyes.

She explained, my whole attention focused on picking up every word carefully. "There's a diary, now most people thinks it's just for kids, but it isn't. I have a diary currently, it's my ninth diary and it would soon be finished, just a few more pages and I'll be tearing open the carton of my tenth diary cause I use two diaries a year since I started using it permanently." She went on and on, leaving me with lips hanging open in surprise and awe. "There are a lot of things you can do to free your mind and clear your head daily."

He read it quietly: I will preface this by saying that many times my Facebook posts are really just personal notes that I leave for myself to help air my thoughts (Although, making one’s running thoughts public is, evidentially, quite hazardous, as I have recently discovered... such is the cause and substance of this post.) I think I treat Facebook as more of a journal at times than I do a platform... on my page, anyway. A lot of what I write, I mark as private by the time I’m done, anyway. This, for whatever reason, I wrote with the full intention of making public, so... it is. Here... this is me “thinking out loud” about the consequences of someone who made the same mistake.

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.

)'thought Cynthia . 'But isn't it wrong ..inavding someone's privacy .'thought Cynthia . 'Come on who cares you always wanted be cunning as slytherin and maybe you find out soemthing , that would help in certain way ( but how is a personal diary going to help me in any sort of way .). thought Cynthia .

why am I thinking of a breakup? I miss him. I’m emotionally unstable. I want everything and nothing.” I closed the diary gently, my heart feeling heavier than when I’d opened it. My thoughts were as tangled as the scribbles on the page. I heaved a long breath, almost like I was trying to push the weight down inside me. I tucked the diary back behind the books, then shuffled quietly to my bed.

Mia hasn't fully figured out what she wants to do with her career, Zack is helping dad run the hotels and I am the owner of a oil rig. Now I know what you're thinking. Yes I chose blue collar over city. however I wouldn't have it any other way. Adam doesn't understand though. Since I was 15 I loved doing things for myself, even though if I were to ask my parents would gladly help me out, I just like knowing that I did this on my own. "Dude so hear me out. Me and Jason are going to this cool new bar. Please come with us this time." He gave me his best puppy dog eyes.

It was my medical and emotional diary — an idea Isa had when I was a child. "Write everything down, Giu. Even the fears. That way they don't weigh so much inside here." Today I wrote: "10:48 PM – I'm okay. A little tired, but happy with the day. My heart raced when Noah pulled out the chair for me in the auditorium. Idiot. But it was cute. My health? Normal. Didn't feel anything different. Maybe just missing home. Reminder: call Dad tomorrow." I closed the notebook and placed it on the nightstand.

She was feeling amazing and excited because for the very first time, Thyago finally notices and known her existence. When she got home after class, she went straight through her bedroom. Feeling happy and inspired, she decided to make a diary of her own. Not necessarily a typical diary where she'll write about her daily living, it was more like a journal where she will write down all the kept emotions and feelings she has for Thyago. She planned to chronicle all her interactions and emotions she had for Thyago. Something inside her wanted to write and savor this feeling of happiness she has for him because if not, her heart will explode in too much excitement and joy. And there into her bedr