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My Choice! by Nico_Lynn

I shouldn't say. Otherwise, why would I write a journal about my experiences?

Imhere. And here is my journal. by Imhere5234

My real life journal excluding some parts to avoid tracking.

Little strangers by idkwhattorightsoyeah

An Outlet by PlungingFromDarkness

This piece of writing is mostly for myself. I want this to act as my journal. I've always tried to see life from others' perspective. I think it's time to see it from mine. This can act as a rough draft of my life. If you're very nosy and want to know how someone else lives the real life, feel free to read it. It's raw, it's unfinished, it's my outlet.

Dear Journal... by SadeScorned

Just an online journal of my personal thoughts . No, I am not suicidal. No, I am not depressed. Just introverted, and I trap feelings in more than I'm supposed to .. So I let them out here.

Manan fs-Death. (Completed) by gumaank

Me, My Sensory, and My Synesthesia by MajorBookDragon

Uh, just consider this like a blog i guess?

Imagine This by wattsyourstory

Imagine This is a collection of various rants, or meandering thoughts I have or even some stories that I wish to bring to life instead of just living in my mind. A rather vague and flowery diary of my thoughts that I feel needs to be written or else lost in the hubbub of my busy mind.

Bedroom Whispers by LusciousFluid

The bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were content with the strokes and curves of the fluid dispenser. They seemed to have joined the fast-lane train, and thus demand new meals. While I lay down and hit the keys with a mystic rhythmic sway, I hear the sounds as they hit my ears. No. They're not forceful. Not now, at least. Like music from the slow strumming of a guitar, these sounds bring messages. And memories. And musings. And a medley, sometimes. And so it is, that I'm made to scribe. For when gods speak, their words are immortal. Oh. Wait. They're just thoughts. I thought as much.

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My Choice! cover

Imhere. And here is my journal. cover

Little strangers cover

An Outlet cover

Dear Journal... cover

Manan fs-Death. (Completed) cover

Me, My Sensory, and My Synesthesia cover

Imagine This cover

Bedroom Whispers cover

My Choice!

I shouldn't say. Otherwise, why would I write a journal about my experiences?