Wattpaddiary Stories

A book in where I let it all out.

This isn't a story about someone who has it all together. This is a collection of late-night thoughts, quiet breakdowns, and small wins that nobody clapped for. It's for anyone who's ever felt like they're falling behind, or like they're living life on shuffle while everyone else seems to be on a perfect playlist. Through short stories, reflections, and heart-to-heart moments, this book explores the messy, beautiful process of becoming. Of dreaming, doubting, restarting, and still not knowing exactly where you're headed - but showing up anyway. If you're in your "bahala na" era, if you're tired but still hopeful, if you're learning to choose yourself... This book is for you. Because figuring it out isn't a deadline - it's a journey. And you're not alone.

This isn't a diary. It's a quiet rebellion. A young woman documents the slow, messy, unglamorous process of changing her life - from the inside out. No fake motivation. No forced optimism. Just daily check-ins, failed efforts, strange dreams, financial worries, silent longings, and the stubborn will to keep going. Not quite broken. Not quite healed. Just... almost. And maybe that's enough for now.

This is book filled with unsaid thoughts and feelings to one dear special person or perhaps it could be to a best friend too. This book is dedicated to him;only to him.❤️

She was just supposed to be my first college friend-- the kind who sits beside you during orientation, asks if you've eaten, reminds you of deadlines, and leaves you wondering why your heart skips at the sound of her voice. I never meant to fall. But the way she smiled when I was too quiet... the way she talked to me first when I couldn't... made it harder not to. This is a story of soft beginnings, silent heartbeats, and feelings that bloomed quietly in the background-- until they couldn't stay quiet anymore. Set in the chaos of college halls and fleeting moments, Where Falling Wasn't Supposed to Happen is a gentle, slow-burn diary of friendship, longing, and the love that wasn't meant to be--but still was.

so, well, yeah. this is my wattpad diary, i suppose. i am a relatable person who can't actually write even if my life depended on it. even though i know it's boring and you might hate it, enjoy! (also I swear it gets better just skip to like day 8)

I looked into the box labled "summer". There inside the box was a photo albulm covered in a thick layer of dust. I blew the dust away and took a deep breath. I slowly opened the book, revealing many pictures, each one with a different unique memory. I stared at each picture for a while as the memories flooded my mind, clear, as if they had only happened yesterday.

"What ever happened was bound to turn out as it did." Wattpad blog by @KimDasomKR and @minmin_kyuu

These events have really happened and the characters are real. I will be giving them different names, for I know some of my Wattpad peeps in real life. Enjoy reading about my boring life I call hell.

So basically a lot happens in my life. And i didn't realize until 3 o'clock in the morning that I need to write this down. So, here we go!

I wanted I dairy that I wouldn't have to worry about anyone reading it and judging me so here I am, I hope my life is somewhat entertaining.

I'm in high school now. I've realized that I don't care what other people think about my feelings, actions, or anything else. I am me. I'm slowly learning how to enjoy and love being me. I'm learning to quit obsessing over how people are gonna view me. I'm learning alot of things that are making my life experience alot better. I don't care about anyone else's opinion of this book because I never wrote it to please other people. All those years ago, i started this because 1) I was bored, and 2) I wanted a place that where I could write about my life and be able to come back to it and read it. I know me updating and writing practically stopped, but honestly it feels awful to not have this place to write about my life and the people in it and the things going on. I miss writing full detailed descriptions on certain events that happened. That was something I looked forward to no matter how frequently I came to update. Just the fact that I had somewhere I could write everything out would make me smile to the moon and back. What's the point of all this? I'm writing again, and I'm not gonna stop on account of other people. This is my account, my book, and most importantly my life. I can do with it whatever I please. With that said, happy reading :)

A collection of my unfiltered thoughts as a college student - from chasing the Dean's List, failing majors, pausing passions, and secretly dreaming about music. This isn't a guide or advice, just the messy, funny, and sometimes heavy diary of someone trying to survive engineering while holding on to the things that make life worth living.

This isn't a love story. This isn't poetry. This isn't a diary. This is the archive of someone who thinks too much and feels too loud. A book for the ones who romanticize stars but understand black holes. For the ones waiting for a love that feels like silence being understood instead of noise being answered. If you're here, maybe this book was looking for you too.

Just my journal lol.

She's a mother. A fighter. A soul at war with herself. Every night, she breaks in silence. Every day, she smiles like she's okay. But inside, she's drowning - in pain, in confusion, in unanswered prayers. This is her story. A cry to God. A letter she never meant to write, but had to. Because when your heart is heavy, the page becomes the only place you can breathe. Read it if you've ever felt lost. Stay if you've ever begged for a sign. This isn't fiction. It's real. And sometimes, that's the most powerful story of all.

[A/N: YA'LL I JUST REPUBLISHED THIS BECAUSE OF SOME CURIOUS FANS. I WROTE THIS ON SEVENTH GRADE. R.I.P. MY MIND.] After a reading a lot of fanfictions, my mind decided to give me a delusion of a certain dream demon with me most of the time. And since that day, he wouldn't disappear. Sometimes he does, but he doesn't permanently leave. Who is it? You're already familiar with a yellow triangular dream demon named Bill Cipher, are you not?

Hi! It's me Jarrett. This is my Wattpad Diary / My Daily Life. NOTHING is being faked here. It's all reality. Thanks for reading! CREDITS to Natahotra / Knife Party for making my cover.