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     If you've always wanted to read a diary without the guilt, you might like my blog. Anonymous 19 year old avid reader/writer. Hoping to relate to you, share my work and receive your criticism.

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I have 3 minutes left

on my lunch break and I’m reading an article on what it’s like to have sex with Hugh Hefner.

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Dissapointment

Alas, this blog has ended up exactly where I knew it would be when I started it. 

A forgotten hope I once had, similar to my career as a film director or soccer star.  I won’t be giving up on this one any time soon and shall continue to post. 

Don’t give up hope for the worst literature blog on tumblr. 

[waltz8]

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At what point do you draw the line between forgiveness and allowing somebody to treat you like shit.

I often find peace within myself to let go of grudges and always forgive. I want to see the better in people. I can’t always do this for myself but for others i’ll try my hardest.  Often I forgive people for things truly hurtful, but does that allow them to think that it was okay?

Just because I have forgiven, does not mean I have forgotten. Or that my wounds have healed.  hmm

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A Damaged Find. 

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I mustn't put strangeness where there's nothing.

Jean-Paul Sartre

[followthewrittenword]

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My beautiful ROYAL typewriter I use occasionally. One of my more smooth typing ones.

It’s a beautiful blue and has a late logo design on it, so it’s not unfortunately the earlier version but I still love it. I keep this one on a desk in front of a large stain glass window to let the sunshine in.  I’ll post more photos of it soon! 

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Loss

Diary Entry - Around March I’ve always been grateful for the group of friends I’ve had. Some never realised this and some might never.  I suppose I lost some gratitude and politeness during the long years, some will never forgive me for this.  Soon I will have the smallest group of friends I’ve ever experienced and I fear loneliness. 

I think it very difficult to make new friends especially with my on and off social anxiety.  I often find myself humiliated after a desperate attempt for attention or likeness. 

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May you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it

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Thanks for following :)

Thanks, I love your blog!

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Past books read on my bookshelf.

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Insane book I am currently reading.

Bought this from my local bookstore which I hope to one day blog however not sure if the old man would like it. 

[daydreaming-flowerchild]

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Homes

Diary Entry.

Visiting peoples homes is a real gift for me. I love to see their origins.  Their knick-knacks whisper to me their secrets, promises and past. Are they organised or artistically cluttered? Do their rooms feel safe to them and comforting to guests? What are their inspirations and hobbies? For I am sure their room will tell me.  When I walk into my room, I see it representing me.  A room is perhaps similar to a book. You read it and the story is about who they are. 

[eyelashbarber]

[the-book-ferret]

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ―Ernest Hemingway