Journalling Stories

as a teenager I would write poetry, music, plays and other things into my young adult ages. I didn't know it was a gift until it was gone and I realized not everyone can write like me. Lately after a major life event I have been writing every day. Some of it is just a quote or a poem but I thought I would share some of it here as well as excerpts from my private and public journals.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

➷ jia's summer journal ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ jia posts about her days this summer .ᐟ.ᐟ ©prvncxss_ 2026

a little collection of thoughts, feelings, and words about finding beauty in ordinary days. a reminder that life doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.

⚠️ Existential thoughts | Hopelessness But of course, it'll go away just like it always does. I just need to give it time. It's only a minor inconvenience after all. A brief moment in my life where I'm just being dramatic. It's not that bad, right? ~ Diary entries of an insignificant individual.

A book I made to fill up with random things. Such as song lyrics, quotes, journal entries, art, and whatever the frick I want to. I'll try to keep it mine craft server clean (Edit: I deleted most of the rants because I don't think anyone actually cares about my personal life and I'm probably annoying as heck)

a little collection of thoughts, feelings, and words about finding beauty in ordinary days. a reminder that life doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.

i love music so much and i'm bored so now i'm just gonna write about music in here bc its fun yayyyy

Bedtime musings

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They say its good to practice gratitude. That it's supposed to make you happier. This is my little gratitude book. I will write down what I feel gratitude for per day, and then publish at the end of the day. I am diagnosed with NPD traits. This is part of my recovery journey and not meant to be edgy or ableist. Cover made by me. Cover art artist unknown.

Saavi Desai is twenty-one and expertly doing nothing with her life. Then, at 2am, a woman appears in her room - same face, same height, but steadier. Before Saavi can speak, she whispers three words and dissolves like smoke. "Please save me." The woman was her. The warning was simple. And the only person who could answer it was Saavi herself.

"she generally gives herself very good advice, though she very seldom follows it." - alice, alice in wonderland.

My journey, and struggle to become the writer I feel I can be. This should be easier then it is ... shouldn't it?

Everyone's bio.

My free write = don't hate. If you do youre stupid.

Sienna, a second-year college student, has built her life around silence. After an unforgiving past that left her wary of trust and connection, she's learned to confide only in her journal-writing the thoughts she can't bring herself to speak aloud. Her world is quiet and predictable until she meets Theo, a third-year graphic design major who seems to understand the comfort of quiet in a way most people don't. Theo doesn't fill silence with noise-he fills it with warmth, small sketches, and a gentle curiosity that Sienna can't quite ignore. Their paths first cross one autumn afternoon at the stone bench behind the library-a place that becomes their shared refuge. What begins as small talk and soft smiles turns into an unspoken connection that deepens with every accidental meeting. But as Theo begins to break through Sienna's walls, she faces a familiar fear: that speaking, trusting, and feeling too deeply will leave her exposed again. Even when Theo's presence feels safe, the weight of her past reminds her that silence has always been her shield.

Two teens from two different worlds. A misplaced notebook. A jealous best friend. What could go wrong?

Basically, a progress diary where I share my thoughts and experiences, trying to improve myself, it's mainly going to be about studies, but also accepting myself as an individual, this could motivate you into starting your own journey!