Personaljournal Stories

Here lies a journal of my life. I've always liked the idea of keeping a journal, but I am not a huge fan of hand writing so... voila.

A story of my heartbreak So that anyone in need can read and be a companion to me in my journey to heal my broken heart I will mark this finished when i am no longer suffering

A collection of journal entries and poems about my life and myself 💖💖

Just a mind talking to itself in public. I write thoughts down so they don't rot in my head. Oh, and also, therapy is expensive... Daily journal entries-raw, unfiltered, timestamped. Some of them might even make sense. Welcome to the mess.🙂💕

This is the sister book of "Dear Reality". In case you didn't see it yet, please check it as well. Please, enjoy reading ❛˓◞˂̵ ••• LANGUAGE: English Only GENRES։ Random, Spiritual, Non-fiction STARTED: Mon, 30th Of August 2021 POSTED: Sat, 20th Of November 2021 STATUS։ Ongoing; Snail Update ENDED։ --:-- ••• RANKINGS։

vents, updates, personal stories. all sorta stuff.

Just a mini book with a starter sentence that will always begin with sometimes ☺️

Just some journal entries to help me organize my thoughts on the GSA I'm starting

My personal LIFE encounter with the paranormal and unnatural unexplained events, a journal if you will.

TW: This isn't a story, it's my public day to day journal entry. I am a simple everyday girl who is on the road to recovery (yay) and I thought sharing my recovery 100% raw day to day may help someone else. (or so i can only hope) Much love to those who are also struggling. You got this! (: ❌Not pro ED❌ ** Please don't report as I use this website as an outlet to vent & share my struggles with recovery. We are not all perfect, & I try as best as possible to share the 100% truth to recovery. I hope that others whom have the same struggles as me can find comfort in knowing it is an uphill battle, but we can all make it as long as we keep trying. **

Title says it all. If you want to help me back into my infamous smuts, I'd say to read this and leave a comment.

Hey my name is Grace and I will be using this as a journal or whatever, don't read it unless you want to be bored to death or listen to me complain

So this is my first attempt at an ongoing story. It's just me, my everyday thoughts and opinions on what it means to be a 21st century teen in a journal/diary format. Let me know what you think and maybe this will turn into a story worth reading.

Энэ бол авралын тухай бичвэр биш. Өөрийгөө ойлгосон ч засаж чаддаггүй хүний дотоод яриа. Өөрийнх нь хийсэн үйлдлүүд хэрхэн гай, давталт, шарх болж эргэж ирдгийг ухамсарласан ч зогсоож чаддаггүй нэгний тэмдэглэл. Энд найдвар байхгүй. Зөвтгөл ч байхгүй. Зөвхөн өөрийгөө харж зүрхэлсэн мөчүүд, мэдээд ч өөрчлөгдөөгүй үнэний хурц ул мөрүүд бий. Энэ бол "би ийм хүн" гэж хүлээн зөвшөөрөх тухай биш. Харин тийм гэдгээ мэдсээр байж амьдрах ямар байдгийг ил гаргасан бичвэр.

A collection of thoughts, ideas, and quiet moments. This isn't a novel, but a journal for anyone feeling overwhelmed by the noise of modern life. It's an exploration of mindful travel, sustainable living, and the simple beauty of slowing down. Let's find a quieter way of being, together.

Ignore the lenny faces lol. This is just if I want to post my thoughts somewhere or if I find/make something cool I want to show someone.

A journal of sorts - take a look into my mind, life and progress. *IMPORTANT NOTE* - this is discontinued. I have now discovered that I much prefer handwriting my journal entries, and I am grateful that posting here has allowed me to build a habit. However, I will no longer be updating this book.

This isn't a novel. It's not a diary either. It's the in-between. The chaos. The soft unraveling of a girl who feels everything and keeps going anyway. Some chapters sound like euphoria. Some read like breakdowns in the car with sad songs from 2005. There are cats after 10pm. Existential crises on the treadmill. Moments where I feel like a goddess devouring emotion, and others where I'm just trying not to cry while buying almond milk. This is what it means to be fully alive and still function. To grieve and laugh. To spiral and get back up. To feel everything, and still show up as yourself, unapologetically human.