Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…

Dear diary,

I think I’m beginning to like the new improved (improving) me.

:-)

Dear diary,

Sometimes when u think everything sucks, life just shocks u and puts a smile on your face.

Diary, I’m smiling. There were some good guys left out there after all

The black hole.

Dear diary,

After hours of me time, ‘soul searching’, watching mindless tv, I still feel empty. Im sad , I’m low, I just want to stay in bed until I feel better.

I also want to wake up with smaller thighs

Somethings wrong

Dear diary,

Im doing it again. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Baby don’t cry, gotta keep your head up

Dear diary,

I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that this world is not my home. We actually are doing to die. We try to ignore it, maybe if we don’t acknowledge it, it wont happen to us, or the people we love.

Well, I was wrong.

Rest in peace my dear.

Dear diary,

Happy new year. Happy new you, happy new me.

’tis the season afterall

Dear diary,

Sometimes things happen to us and we wonder why. Other times we do things we know we could have avoided, and end up paying the repercussions. As I grow up I look for the deeper meaning in every situation.I try as best I can to detach myself from the things that used to weaken me when I was experiencing the world for the first time.

I sit here wondering what I could have done differently, a question I’ve asked myself many times, but for the first time ever, I’m not beating myself up over it. I just accept. We fuck up sometimes, I guess that’s what makes us human. What doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger.

I will not regret u mistake,if anything I will look back at you with a fond memory of something that made me enter the new year with a major achievement.

I don’t know much..

Dear diary,

I feel sad, lonely, happy, exhilerated, frightened, worried, all at the same time. I don’t know who I am or who I want to be. I care too much what people think of me. I try not to, but I do. I want so many things, and at the same time, nothing at all. I want to be loved. I want to love. I want someone to look me in my eyes and tell me I’m their world. I want the people I love to get along because we need eachother.

I want Santa to come down my imaginary chimney and give me a non-creepy bear hug.

Sick human beings.

Dear diary,

I’m watching a documentary on unsolved murders. Honestly, there are some sick people out there. God help us.

Ssssshhhh*

Dear diary,

I have the hugest crush! I mean HUGE! My crush is absolutely totally out of my reach, and that just makes it hotter. And no, he’s not married. Exciting! Especially since I know nothing will become of it