Notadiary Stories

Hi! This is not a diary. It's just a place where I empty my brain, and write stupid stuff and... yeah, it's definitely a diary or something like that, I do no.. enjoy!😅😎 (You really don't have to read this, but if you do.. thanks!😅)

Honey wat'chu waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store!

random thoughts and wicked games that my head plays with me.

ị āṃ ṉöṯ ṣāẏịṉḡ 'ḋịāṟẏ'

This journal will be a way for me to vent out my thoughts and frustrations of still being in the closet in a way my circumstances in real life won't allow. When I made my first journal, I was younger and way more immature than I was now. I also made the mistake of writing for others, and not for myself. This journal will have my pure, unedited thoughts on some topics that may be, for a better word, more real :)

Its legit just my journal that I'm for some reason posting for everyone to see. Journal of fire is an analogy, you'll get it if you read it.

when i am taking a break from social media, ill come here and talk to myself :)

Do you ever feel lonely? I do. It's summer vacation and I have quite a lot of time to spend on my own.

I've had enough of the worlds crap. I need something new. How can I be so fantastically amazing and so down right terrible at the same time?

Everything in my life was perfect until I switched schools. Looking back, I believe this was the time when my depression started. My first year at a new school, I never said anything to anyone unless I was addressed and I made sure to keep my head down. The next year in 7th grade was totally different. I guess you could say my years in middle school were filled with moments that I was "letting my freak flag fly." Now here I am, sitting here in the dark telling you all about my problems when there are people with more and important problems than mine. The purpose of this book is not to vent or get pitty, but to show people that they aren't alone; to show people that even some of the people who have a "happy life" aren't always as happy as they seem.

"It hurts you know? Loving someone you can never have. Then when you finally move on, you meet another person and the cycle continues but no matter what; we cannot control our heart's desires. Love is inevitable and with love, comes pain and sacrifices." ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Short Diary-like Entries. But no! They aren't diary entries, I'm not a kid. And diary entries aren't supposed to be shown to the whole world.

This is a JOURNAL. Not a diary. I swear.

"Simply a Buch of mein zhoughts," the Austrian shrugged,

"In their imperfection, they had found something real, something worth fighting for."

Somehow, the thought at night haunted me. This is the only way for me to let it out freely.

this story is about my own life

Hunter T Bedford Well, the title says it all (Photo credit to my beautiful friend Celine)

Just me uh... Venting... This basically contains all my thoughts, some quotes, lyrics, and daily happenings. [its not a diary so don't even]