Journalentry storie

Mara Ibrahim has one rule for surviving highschool: stay invisible. As one of the only Black Muslim girl among classmates who never quite let her belong, keeping her head down has always been the safest choice. Untill the school's golden rebel, Theodore Creed, notices her. And eventually Mara falls hard. But love was never meant to be safe for a girl like her. Not in a world that judges her skin, her scarf, her faith. Not when the whispers turn to rumors and her parents find out. Just as Mara feels herself unraveling, she discovers a journal in her backpack belonging to Hannah Cole: the quiet, brilliant girl who never spoke to her ... and who, somehow, has been watching it all unfold. Through Hannah's words, Mara sees her own story in a new light. A love worth fighting for. A silence worth breaking. And maybe, a fall worth catching. Not just her own, but Hannah's too. Because falling hurts but rising? Rising is power.

Dear Diary, I am writing these words because I don't have the courage to say them aloud or even a person who would understand...these are my confessions to those who wouldn't listen.

yeah im posting my journal on here

Just another one of those cheesy romance books that nobody likes, or is it? I don't know... maybe read the first chapter and see how you feel😉😇

"A Manifestation of Pain and Loss: A Sebastian Castellanos' Lost Journal Entry" is a fan-fiction set after the disappearance of his wife and death of his child; focusing on Castellanos' troubled inner feelings. *Disclaimer* Cover art done by Tumblr user: littleshycactus.tumblr.com

This is my journal/diary. It's a place that I can write anything that I've learned about myself, others, and more. Here I'll write as honestly as I can. A/N I published this because I wanted someone in the world to know the truth of how I feel, maybe then it'll be easier to tell people that I already know... or something like that. Disclaimer: I do not own the cover art or any of the self-love sources that I take notes from.

A collection of raw thoughts, quiet aches, and the emotions that I felt others wouldn't understand. These are the moments my heart whispered when I didn't feel heard, when love felt heavy, when life felt confusing, when healing felt slow. If you've ever held too much inside your chest, maybe you'll find yourself here too. Lmk your thoughts P.S: These are my actual journal entries, there's a little poetry in here but not a whole lot. I started posting them on TikTok but I wanted to come here to see how others like them.

Practically anything that comes to mind and I feel the need to put into words.

Anorra Jane Brampton was twenty-five years of age. She was a small woman with a delicate frame, standing at five feet and four inches. She had catlike features and sharp jade eyes like her mother, a danish woman, and skin the color of cream. She kept her tousled, chamomile colored hair in braid down her back, but stray wisps hung by her elven cheekbones. Her warm smile matched the rosy color of her cheeks, and her hands were always outstretched to those in need. She grew up in the hustle and bustle of early New York City, where her parents settled in a quaint cottage before she was born. "Good Catholics" her mother called them, for they lived by the bible, but Anorra had a hidden interest in science ever since her father, a teacher, came home with a stack of textbooks on evolution when she was a child. She married Nathaniel Brampton when she was twenty-one, and gave birth to twins James and Judith soon after. Nathaniel, a real estate agent in the city, would work all day, leaving Anorra with the kids all day. In early June, 1849, Nathaniel lost his job. Stories of gold out West caught his attention, and they decided to venture to Sacramento, California by steam ship. Anorra was not too fond of the idea, but kept quiet about her disapproval. Moving out West changed her life in more ways than one, for the good and the bad.

Jayla was the perfect golden girl. With every bright girl comes a dark mind. Was Jayla's mind just too dark?

-trigger warning some thoughts,poetry, & journal entries to help me throughout the end of 2017 and all of 2018.

Letters I'll never send him.

I showed up for him when no one else did. Helped him through family, studies, life. But when I needed even a little understanding-he left me standing in the corner. This is not about blame. This is about heartbreak between brothers.

trauma with a poetic twist

Just random, funny, and/or serious thoughts regarding life.

Just a journal. MY JOURNAL! Yep! I'm Kai! Surprise!

Some thoughts.

random writing