Dear D.I.A.R.Y

This is for me. If you stumble upon this, enjoy.

[darkisolatedangstyromanticyellow]

Dear diary,

I'm tired.

Tired of the world and it's problems. Tired of the way things are and will be. Nothing good seems to come out of anything these days.

I can't derive all my happiness from unimportant time wasters.

I'm just tired. Not even overwhelmed anymore. Everything is just too much.

I don't know what to do with myself and those should be my biggest concerns. But I can't even prioritise them because I don't fucking know where we are tomorrow and if this whole damn planet even still stands.

I want to feel angry or sad or anything. I'd take any bad feeling over this nothingness. I'm just done.

But tomorrow will be another day. And I hope that saying will give me strength some day again but until then its just another god damn day of THIS.

[darkisolatedangstyromanticyellow]

Fragen an ihn/Questions for him, 20.11.25

Dear diary,

for I cannot ask him, please hold the questions that burn me inside.

Hast du es auch gefühlt?

Did you feel it too?

Bist du wütend auf mich, weil ich ging?

Are you angry with me for leaving?

Warst du traurig, als ich ging?

Were you sad when I left?

Denkst du manchmal an mich?

Do you think of me sometimes?

Wie erinnerst du dich an mich?

How do you remember me?

Hast du mich jemals vermisst?

Did you ever miss me?

[darkisolatedangstyromanticyellow]

Yesterday, 20.11.25

Dear diary,

yesterday I caved.

I was strong for so long and didn't look back.

But yesterday I did.

I saw him. And now I see him.

Reliving the past, the tiny moments. The him and Is.

These glasses are tinted deeply rose-pink.

[darkisolatedangstyromanticyellow]

Vent, 19.11.25

Dear diary,

sometimes I feel like I'm not supposed to be around anymore. As if life has no idea what to do with me.

And that is why everything is standing still. Why nothing moves.

I don't move on but the world does.

And it feels like I was never meant to still be.

It's worse than feeling forgotten.

I feel unplanned.