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Dear Dead Dad

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If you don't know me this is very confusing. Long story short my dad died when I was two and thats affected me in life really bad and these are some journal entries I had wrote to him and I'm still writing to him to this day.All Rights Reserved

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Dear you, by llama_butt

STOP! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! DONT COME AFTER ME BECAUSE I WARNED YOU. BUT IF YOU IGNORE THIS AND PRESS 'READ' THEN MY FRIEND... GOOD LUCK. I would like to share journals of two teens who can't figure out the bond between them. The teens are completely different in every aspect. He can barely afford to eat outside, while she chooses not to. He's happy with his life, while she is sick of it. He's a keen reader while she's a keen addict. Have fun reading about their lives, laughing at their jokes and weeping at their misfortune. These journals will potray that nothing goes by nature's rules.

I can tell by Addiechim23

I'm different, I can read and see what people think. Every moment of everyday... it's not normal. I've been this way for too long. Ever since I saw my best friends dad die in front of my own two, once blue eyes. My now gold orbs, seeing the world for what it actually is. Unfortunately, I think that this story will be discontinued. Thank you to everyone who has read it, this just isn't what I'm interested in writing anymore. It's been too long since I've written. 9/6/17 to 3/30/19

My Journal by Nyo_Norgay

Here's the place I spill my soul and everyday things in my life of being fabulous. Warning this will include: -Funny stories -Sad stories -My opinions -Stuff that's happened in my life -Lots of confusing stuff. Enjoy!

Diaries Of A Directioner by IWriteAnonymously

I tried to end my life, i was alone. No one was here with me. I just wanted a friend. This is my diary, my only friend, the only thing that knows me inside and out. And this is my story.

Cheat by EgoPlacebo

I've written 3 anonymous online journals so far in my life. The first was as an adolescent, ending when, at 19, I commenced a long term relationship in which my partner had an issue with me writing about my thoughts and feelings in case they were about her. I also had to cease my other creative outlet - drawing. Because she felt it's abstracted nature hid secret messages about her. The second started when that relationship was coming to an end. I needed an outlet. I had nobody to talk to about what I was going through so I secretly started writing again. This is that second journal, when I was around 25 years old, which I've taken from it's retired blogger page and have transferred here. Part of the reason I am doing this is because my daughter, who was very young at the time of writing this, has expressed some curiosity about my journal. One day when she's older and has more life experience it might be OK to see what I'm writing now, but in the meantime, she can read this, a moment in my life for which she was present but that she could not understand at the time.

In Love with the Bad Boy [editing] by meeeowing

I'm Bella Brookes, your ordinary nerdy girl, who got bullied in school, who got called names, who cried all thanks to the bad boy. Until a day, when my family had to move. But eventually we come back to our hometown, wonderful isn't it? Now I have to survive from the charms of the bad boy....Greeeat... I'm Blake Miller, the bad boy. There are many girls who are after me, wanna know somebody who's also after me? The cops. Heh, not big news for me. One day the love of my life moves...sad, depressed, I decide to change so I could get over her. 4 years later, she comes back. Well let's go back to being the bad boy.

Troublemakers by crescentmon

"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

Bad Boy Loves Me by lynzsims

He turned around and looked at me. "Cold?" "Uh.. yeah," I said. He took off his black leather jacket and handed it to me. "Here." I shook my head. "No, it's okay. Your car isn't that far." He frowned and put his jacket around me. "Just take it." I looked at him. "Thanks.. Dylan." *20 year old Marina Throns is the sweet, nice, innocent girl. Her parents are Aiden and Charlotte (from Falling In Love With The Bad Boy). She's in college and is sharing an apartment with her best friend, Helena. 21 year old bad boy, Dylan Delaware is pretty much the heartbreaker. Ever since that little 'incident' with a girl he had love before, he doesn't believe in love anymore. He just play with girls for the deed. He's afraid of falling in love again because he doesn't want to get hurt like how he got hurt 3 years ago. But that all changes until he meets Marina. They started off with hating each other. No, more like Marina hating him because he always teases her. But will he fall in love with her? What was the little 'incident' that happened to Dylan 3 years ago? (it isn't that major, I swear..) Will she be the love of his life? Will she fall for him? The bad boy? Read to find out!* Credits are all mines. PG-13!

Love, Anonymous by Liz_Plum

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

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Dear you,

STOP! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! DONT COME AFTER ME BECAUSE I WARNED YOU. BUT IF YOU IGNORE THIS AND PRESS 'READ' THEN MY FRIEND... GOOD LUCK. I would like to share journals of two teens who can't figure out the bond between them. The teens are completely different in every aspect. He can barely afford to eat outside, while she chooses not to. He's happy with his life, while she is sick of it. He's a keen reader while she's a keen addict. Have fun reading about their lives, laughing at their jokes and weeping at their misfortune. These journals will potray that nothing goes by nature's rules.