Dearnobody Stories

A diary in which nobody knows the contents. Is there love in the air or is there something in the mist of all these emotions that have yet to be discovered. Nobody knows and soon you will too.

I harbor self hatred for things I will but couldn't do For the paths I have walked but never completed For the love I craved but only a wish in life😶 Each of us has always had those words they wanted to say and things they will to do but have never done. I guess this is my writing to push me through each day To those who live bipolar lives, to those who need motivation to move one more step....to those who need a space to scream.....come move with me in this uncertain maze we refer to as life Do you think your life would be better if you were given the chance to control it? Would you be happy or would you always be the sad one? I guess my description wasn't that bad😊😊😊

A letter is written for a specific person, whether it is sent or not.

Well....This story is about a girl named Isabella She goes though ups and downs and never has anyone to tell. If your asking why its because she can't trust no one but her diary. Keep reading for more :) *Some of this occurs in my life*

Teddie Parker runs Dear Nobody, the anonymous blog where her classmates pour out secrets they'd never admit out loud. She's used to staying behind the screen, listening without ever being seen. Until one night at the dock, she crosses paths with Peterson Laney. By day, he's quiet. Untouchable. By night, he's someone else entirely. And when a confession lands in her inbox that sounds exactly like him, Teddie knows. He doesn't know she's the one reading. He doesn't know she remembers. And the closer she gets, the harder it is to keep her own secrets safe.

dear nobody, I leave this behind for you to read. When you find this, I may not be around any longer. But when you read this, you will know who I was. Hopefully, you will never get to where I am now. I would not wish that for you.

3/21/16 Dear Nobody, I'm Park Bora. 16 years of age. I have one problem. I'm in love with kpop. Signed, Me.

Dear Nobody, A few years from now, I'd say that "love" is a joke. It's a word everyone uses and forget its true meaning. We overuse it we don't even know how it feels to love anymore. Call me bitter or whatever, but that's how I saw it. i used to love the feeling of love, I loved how it made people happy and alive. However, I got heart broken and I loathed it everyday. I hated the feeling of not being enough, not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not smart enough.. I hated being not enough. I hated it..Everyday. We acted as if we were strangers to each other. Like if we never had past. However, if you ask me now, "What do you think about love".. Well, I'd tell you in the right time, but for now, I want you to understand the reason why I got so bitter about love.. Why I'm afraid of it. It's a long story to tell, so i'll share my "diary" with you.. It'll tell you a better story of how my life went. -Mackenzie PS I'm very relateble PSS I'm a little too emotional at times

Thoughts, feelings and experiences, the way I see the world. Blotched ink, My hands are blotched My paper has marks of ink all over, Trying to break free from all this from all these emotions and pains, I'm trying to run away from it But it's inside my head, I start writing like a crazy person Like I've lost my mind I start blotching the papers on my table, My pen breaks but I still write My eyes water but I don't give up, My head hurts but I'm still writing , Even when I'm dying........