Memories are like stones Time and distance erode them like acid and I’m standing alone I was certain that I found a diamond I felt myself fading away Like a memory of yours buried in the past If only you would stay You’re my diamond that cannot be destroyed
Dear diary; All of the good days are nothing compared to the emptiness I feel since she took her away- or more like a piece of me away. And now I think I am getting sick from all of the poison she fed me over the past year- that's all she left.
Dear diary; today I did not write, I did not paint, and I did not compose. I did not live today but, then again, I guess that's no different to any other day.
Dear diary; last night I met the moon. She forgot how to shine in the darkest of nights. We grew close- a bittersweet bond since one of us was fading away.
Dear diary; I moved house today but I'm afraid my demons followed me to the door. Tonight, the twilight seeps through the window, the highway never sleeps and the demons make their bed. I am wide awake again.
Dear Diary; I think I've figured out why I enjoy staying up so late. It's 2:44 am and the world is quiet. No one expects anything from me nor do I expect anything from anyone. It's just me and the silence.
Dear Diary; to be honest, I don't mind being a little broken. If it means that these pieces of me can make you whole then that's alright with me. I'm used to it anyway.
Dear Diary; I feel tired- sleep just ain't cutting it anymore. I've felt this way for the last ten years- at least. I wonder if anyone else feel this way too.
Dear Diary; why do I keep doing this to myself? The way I still check up on them when I am nothing but a second thought, if a thought at all. It’s no wonder I am still a mess. Why can’t I just let it go? Why can’t I just be gone?
Dear diary; I suppose I do consider myself to be that of a hopeless romantic. But I wonder... why are they considered hopeless and can you be one without the other?
Dear diary; I caught myself thinking about you again. I know, it's nothing new- I thought about you yesterday and the day before that. I need to work on that...
Dear diary; Sometimes, I let myself give in to the hope of holding you again one day. False hope, maybe, but it's the only thing that gets me through nights like these.
Dear diary; Why is it that my misery craves company the more my morale continues to fade? Too many times have I known flesh that was not my own this year and it has taken me too long to realize that it isn't the cure.
Dear diary; Lately, I've found myself slipping into that same old mindset of loneliness and despair. I keep reminding myself that I'm still young, and that most of my life still lies ahead. Perhaps my better days and better lovers are yet to come.
Dear diary; there were no heroes to be found in this story I call my life- maybe I was the villain all along. Will a hero give this plot a meaning? Will a hero redeem this sinful soul? Vain and vile, I am the villain. Pride and pain, I am the villain.
Dear diary; looks like it's another night of staring at the guitar, wishing and wondering if these **** hands can translate the beautiful chaos raging in this head.
Dear Diary; I don't want to let go because I am afraid of what life would be like without them. To be honest, I don't want to know. I'd rather spend every day saddened by your absence than to forget your name.
Dear Diary; I have concluded that there is no soul left in me- maybe I never had one. All I know is that there are no dreams and no love to be desired.
Dear Diary; Lately I've felt like all I am doing is 'existing'- I am 'just here'. I wake up day after day, each one a repeat, an endless loop. Nothing happens anymore, I'm just going through the motions to get the **** day over with just to do it the next day. This is not what I had envisioned- this is not living.
Dear diary; Sometimes, my emotions don't line up with my actions- what's up with that? It makes me want to scream into the void- why am I like this? Why am I so broken?
Dear diary; This lockdown has taken my mind on a roller-coaster. Up and down, and everything in between. I think I'm used to the vertigo of this new way of life and some days that's enough of a victory.
Dear diary; I'm so tired. I am so tired of wasting energy on those who so not reciprocate. I am so tired of proving a point to those who do not listen. I am so tired of forgiving the same person over and over again. I am so tired of putting on a happy face when that is not the case. I am so tired of staying silent for my mental health. I am so tired.
Dear diary; There are some days- days like today- where I have no place for this world. Other days, I feel like perhaps this world has no place for me.
Dear Diary; another day, another awkward interaction that no one probably cares about... except me, of course. Is it going to keep me up at night? Of course. Will it make me want to die? Of course.