Deardiary Histoires

Dear diary... Agh! No way. Did you really fall for that? This is how my sister starts her day. Yes, she writes a diary. I wish it were an effective way to overcome your sorrows. If anything, it only makes you feel worse. After our parents' death, everything changed. Neither of us expected it, but the events that followed turned our lives upside down. My name is Georgie Gilbert and this is my story. ---------☀️--------- Zie: Hi, this book is a fan fiction based on The Vampire diaries series. It's a remake of my previous story: In love with a vampire. -------------------------- Proclamation of Ownership I do not own any canon characters, settings, or elements from the original work. All rights belong to their respective creators. I only claim ownership of the characters and ideas that I have personally created. Enjoy the reading.

Just Venting Out - has surged due to a feeling of loneliness and sadness that has come suddenly in full force. The past three months have been so hard and Venting Out it is.

Diary Story Enise, a girl who finds solace in the silent whispers of her diary, hides a love she can't speak. Her words become a secret language, filled with longing and unspoken desires. But as her world begins to change, she realizes that the only way to bridge the gap between her heart and the one she loves is through the power of her words. Words that were penned but never spoken. A testament of love written in the sand... And it all started in that beautiful summer. Started: 09.18.22

- Author's Note Working in a hospital since 2015 means living inside endings without poetry, pain without language, hope that flickers and disappears, and the silence that follows when monitors stop. Burnout and mental exhaustion are not weaknesses- they are the cost of caring deeply for too long without enough shelter. So I built one. Moonlight Diary is that shelter. A quiet place. A safe place. Where grief does not have to be clinical, professional, or contained. This is not indulgence. This is psychological first aid-through art.

"Now I know why you were so much in a hurry to leave me" my voice shaking from continuous crying as I said those words he looked at me like I ruined his whole world.He turned, his back facing me told me everything I needed to know. He didn't say a word. That silence... it was louder than anything he could've shouted at me. My chest tightened as I waited-hoping, praying he'd turn around, deny it, say I was wrong. Say something that would fix the way my world was cracking apart right in front of me. But he didn't. His shoulders tensed, like he was carrying something too heavy to face. And in that moment, I understood-this wasn't sudden. This wasn't confusion.This was a choice. A slow, painful breath left my lips. "How long?" I asked, my voice barely holding together. "How long were you planning to walk away without telling me?" His fingers curled into fists at his sides. Still nothing. A bitter laugh escaped me, breaking into a sob halfway through. "Was I just... what? A stop on the way to something better?" That made him move. Not toward me-never toward me-but just enough to tilt his head down, like the weight of my words finally reached him. "I didn't want to hurt you," he said quietly. The irony hit like a slap. Tears blurred my vision as I stepped back, shaking my head. "You don't get to say that," I whispered. "You don't get to act like this was kindness".Now he turned. And God, I almost wished he hadn't. Because the look on his face-it wasn't anger. It wasn't even guilt. It was regret. The kind that comes too late. "I stayed longer than I should have," he admitted, his voice breaking just slightly. "Because I didn't know how to leave you." That was it. That was the moment something inside me finally gave up. I nodded slowly, wiping my tears with trembling hands. "And I stayed," I said, my voice steadier now, "because I didn't know you already had." Silence fell again-but this time, it didn't feel heavy.It felt empty. And somehow... that hurt even more.

Hazel Roseanne Daly is a ballerina at Midwood High School in Brooklyn, New York City. She has two close friends and a diary. High school life is hard for her and when the bullies, crushes and standards come, depression and self-harm arrive too. Will she be able to make it out of high school or not?

Have you or anyone you know had a near death experience? I would love to hear it!

Imagine having seven brothers, who happened to be BTS. Every ARMY's dream, right?! Well you will read Ji su diary, as she describes her life living with BTS. You might even read some messages from bts ;)

Stuff im never going to say out loud

" dear diary, today i fell in love " eunha falls in love with a girl behind an unknown number jeon heejin au ; romance , fluff started ; july 17th , 2020 ended ; november 15th , 2020 [ this was my first story ever , so it's very bad . proceed with caution ]

Y/N is a normal 16 Year old Girl...Im lying Y/n has been 16 over 600 hundred years and is the most Powerful being ever existed, something called Tribrid.Back in 1967 you met your soul mate named Void but not after a long time he flew away.Him not being there caused you a whole Breakdown after 50 years you move to LA for a fresh start.You wanted to have a normal life even tho you knew you couldn't forget about Void. You started living a normal Teenage Life but after a while you'd wish you never called it normal.

Dear diary, What the fuck... (Chile- I just wanna write some momojiro shit djsjdndjdw I have no plans going into this but it just might go well)

Fictional Main Charter Maria is kidnapped and placed in a cell ' worse than prison'. Read the letters of her life in a cell

This is a very personal diary of 16 year old pessimist, Sophie Seymour. She dreams of running away with her 23 year old Italian boyfriend and becoming a world class photographer but sometimes things get in the way of life. Like the new guy who makes her dream of rainbows and butterflies. Will she go with her Italian stallion or will the new guy win her heart? This is a very honest account of Sophie Seymour.

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘪𝘯.

Just my thoughts that go through your mind whiles your living your day to day life. If you like to analyse your life or just a deep thinker then this may be for you. Hey, how are you?

Dear diary, Today will be my last... ________________ I don't really like sad ending but I wanted to try something new... so yes this will have a sad ending but if a good amount of you guys ask for a good ending I will do an alternative ending 👍 I will edit this at some point but I don't exactly know when... mostly because I don't really like how I did it

Since I already closed my first ever non-fiction story, I will now open a new one. It's called "Unsent Messages". This was created due to some of the messages I wanted to sent to a certain someone but I always anticipate to send. This are all the messages that stayed in my notepad. I actually don't even know why I decided to put this all here but I guess, here you go? I hope, posting this here would somehow reach the person that was supposed to be the receiver of all of this messages.

have you ever wondered what lukas' side of the story was? how did he feel at this moment, or at thar time? this fanfiction is the perfect comfort for people who are in (what i like to call) lukanette denial <33 enjoy!!

Welcome to the life of a Daydream who wants to get through life, but what is living if there aren't any dramas? I can't tell if this book is the beginning of my villain origin story or just my Reputation era. Yes, Reputation as in the best Taylor Swift album.