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- Vincent Van Gogh
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We spent our whole lives in unconscious exercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words.
- Vincent Van Gogh
07/05/2023
Diary Entry | 3
Few minutes ago my sister told me to do gardening with her but I wanted to leave. She was sure that if I went back inside home I would watch series. She scolded me for it.
On another note, she has herself wasted her entire day watching a serial.
One of the classic things humans do, tell others what they themselves are unwilling to follow.
And not even realise it!!
How awesome is that, to be stupid, and still be the part of most successful species on the planet.
Humans are strange. I like them.
06/05/2023
Diary Entry | 2
My sister is a nice person. She is evil though. Yesterday night she did not let me watch a series because it was late at night. I threw water on her because she was acting like mom, but slept on time nonetheless.
I watched reels for too long today so she snatched my phone from me. And just so I would not grab it again she cuddled me (she hates touch), putting me to sleep.
I sound like a five year old don't I? Well, she treats me like one and no matter how much I loath it, I cannot but admit that she cares for me deeply.
And the fact that I look beyond her evil actions and care to believe that she loves me is huge, at least for me.
It makes me think that I'm adult now, I'm growing, I'm no longer a moody teenager who thinks world revolves around me.
Life is good.
6th May/2023
Diary Entry 1
I've been happy for too long, with perfect grades and family and boyfriend. So much so that creativity does not seek me anymore.
I wish to be in pain so I could write about my longing for happiness.
And then when I'd be happy for too long, I'd want to be sad again. An entertaining vicious cycle and then I die, how fitting way to live life!
It is great to post about facts on a social media platform. It's a diary but with everyone allowed to peek inside it.
Well peek all you want, or don't. I wouldn't know, or I would know if you like or share or comment.
Either way it wouldn't matter, just like nothing has ever mattered.
Oh it is great to write in a diary! So much fun!
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When you travel by bus for years, you learn to appreciate small things, like having a seat for one hour ride, or a perfect view of the only cute guy on bus.
Sometimes you're simply grateful for being inside it and not where people run around with their upside down umbrellas. And sometimes youre grateful for having a place to stand, on worse days, to breathe.
Then there are golden days, when it's raining outside and you have a window seat. Raindrops trickle on the foggy glass and you write your name across it.
In a crowded bus you feel nothing less than a queen, with a surface under her bottom, and electric plugs inside her ears. You look outside, and don't think about the struggles of people standing, as if only yesterday, you weren't one of them.
Sometimes you run after a bus, and driver notices, opening the doors, you mistake their creak for the bells of heaven, a driver in khaki appearing an angel. And no matter how much you decide to, you never thank him.
And like a missing thing back at home, when you walk out of the bus, you wonder what remained inside. It was a thankyou that you never said, that he, never wanted.
As a suspense thriller movie reviewer I give 10/10 to my life
EXCUSE ME???
I feel like they should probably find a more suitable candidate to run this organization. But that's just me
Not all dead bodies smell bad
My hand looks beautiful I've heard, but I'd rather have it engulfed in yours, forever.
Moon glows differently at dawn, as if smirking that it knows something that we don't, as if while we drowned ourselves in unconscious slumber, it listened to all the dirty secrets of night
writing this immediately after it happened.
@wisephroggo was feeling unwell before going to sleep, so I asked if he has any final words in case he dies tonight. (obviously)
and he said "yes, I'd like if people visit when I am dead. They won't listen but I will talk"
I don't know if these will be his final words or not, but they will surely be mine.
You know what will be the first thing we do when we go on moon?
Romantisize earth
sky was super-beautiful while i was driving, and my exact thoughts were— aahh why couldn't he take ten minutes out to have tea with me this is so frustrat— oh, sky looks pretty today— but the way she said "bla bla blah girl" the audacity of that fucking bitch— sky...god damnnnn...beautiful— and I know i did better than him, that professor was so biased i might as well just leave this college and become a singer or somethi— goddamn there is something with sky today, god!