❝Iktara: A Diary❞ is a heartfelt journey through personal musings and intimate reflections dedicated to cherished loved ones alongside personal entries to vent.
❬❦❭ - This offers a glimpse into the author's deepest emotions, expressed t...
❪ To the raven to my pearl, this shortie will forever be yours. ❫
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❰I need a lover to keep me sane,
Pull me from hell bring me back again.
Play me the classics, somethin' romantic,
Give him my all when I don't even have it.❱
In the realm of new beginnings, where schools switch like seasons, fear never found a home in my extroverted heart. Excitement danced in my veins as I embraced unfamiliar desks, immersing myself in the tapestry of a fresh classroom.
Amidst conversations and introductions, I became a silent observer, unraveling the layers of personalities around me. Some wore masks of duplicity, while others shone with genuine warmth, a bittersweet symphony of human essence.
Curiosity and anticipation waltzed within me, as I navigated through the corridors of this new academic chapter. New faces, new books, new teachers - a mosaic of novelty.
Yet, beneath my eagerness, lurked a silent fear, a whisper of past scars reminding me of fragile bonds and shattered trust. The prospect of forging new connections, only to watch them crumble, haunted my heart.
Despite my confidence, there lingered a question - was I different? Were my hopes irrational? The disdain of some females echoed, causing me to ponder my own essence.
Stories of enduring friendships wove around me, igniting a yearning for a connection forged in sincerity, a bond untouched by betrayal. I wondered if someone out there echoed my longing, seeking a soul to resonate with as deeply as I did.
❰I always dreamed of a solemn face,
Someone who feels like a holiday.
But now I'm in pieces, barely believin',
Startin' to think that I've lost all feelin'.❱
The haunting question lingers : did my ex-best friends ever cherish me? The echoes of teenage turmoil swirl within, emotions thickening at the precipice of my mind. Yet, I summon a smile and press forward, navigating the delicate dance of letting go and embracing new beginnings.
❰ You came out the blue on a rainy night, no lie. ❱
In the midst of my decorated yet melancholic life, a ray of light pierced through. I had always adorned my life with flowers, but even the most beautiful blooms couldn't mask the underlying sorrow.
