#tsxdiary

[cherryblossomheaven-blog]

Dear Diary // 101914

[[ There are a ton of flowers and vines scrawled in the margins of the pretty pink diary paper. It's apparent Nina has ether procrastinated writing or is shelled in deep thought. Take your pick. ]]

As I grow older, I find that birthdays are of little importance to me. Its been that way ever since I was nine, long after Ann's father gave me a doll for my birthday one year. .. Not to say I hated that particular day with all my passions (I did hate those years prior, though, and I am sorry), but it has opened my eyes to birthdays in general.

I remember being younger, when it was just Momma and I. I grew up without a father and I remember every birthday wish blowing out numerous candles entailing that I would get to meet him someday. I know now (as I have learned with age) the only way I'll get to see him is in another lifetime. It kind-of makes me sad, but I shouldn't be sad; I should be grateful that I am here and able to do what I love. <3

... On a silly whim, I've never had a surprise party -- just surprise things that I treasure with all my heart. Momma always did her best and there's never a day in which I don't appreciate her. She makes the best cake -- though I get a feeling she orders from Ellen's mother from time to time! Their cakes taste so identical, especially the vanilla ones.. Somehow, I think it's coincidence...Funny, yes? Hee-hee-hee. <3

... Would I want a surprise party? No. I prefer the way things are and hope they stay that way forever. Call me orthodox. .. I know times and things change, though, but if the earth could let me have this one moment for a couple more years...

.....

Well, I think that's enough for now. It's time to start work. Til next time~!

<3

[celestiastardust]

Dear diary,

I'm so excited. I must spend my time preparing for the return. Everyone will be together, right? We'll be happy, right?

...

I think I'll make a new dress.

[tenderknight]

Dear Diary... (Oct. 3 2014)

Seems like forever since I've written in this stupid thing...but okay. 20 facts about me:

My guilty pleasure is ice cream.

I like sex....a lot.

Kissing is good too.

Almost all physical contact is a-ok. 

I get competitive easily.

One night stands are the best.

I like cute things/people/etc.

I think smiling is the best medicine.

Speaking of that, I hate pills and the like. I'd rather stab myself in the arm with a rusty fork than take medicine.

I never grew up taking medicine. It was always food and bed rest to make you better unless you needed the hospital.

I was competitive with my family  ←That was a repeat. My bad. I screwed up a lot as a kid.

I'm not very smart.

Don't rub my back.

I like to keep secrets.

I want kids someday...as much as I don't like crying babies.

Intimacy is talking at 2 in the morning about your fears and thoughts. It's not who you let see you naked.

Sex is a tool for power. I like having my mind blank.

Alcohol makes me lose my filter. You'll get the most truth when I'm drunk. 

I miss a lot of people on a daily basis. I don't like thinking about the past because of that.

I've experienced every form of abuse I think.

Bonus fact: 

I'm the biggest liar you will ever meet.

[celestiastardust]

[The words are scrawled erratically and in a mix of long-dead languages]

Dear beloved,

I feel power stirring.

Even though I'm locked up in this room, I don't feel so alone anymore.

This is terrible, but I'm excited. Just feeling your presence alone could carry me through the next century.

[aliceinfunland]

Dear diary... (Sept 28th 2014)

I picked up a few treats for Tank and Whiskers today. I've got to make some room to go and drop it off at the apartment. I'm sure Tank's being a big baby again anyway.

I keep getting distracted lately and I don't know why...I have to keep my head straight. The year's going to be over in 3 months and I have to plan a new course of attack for the coming year. The last ride has been added to this Funland, so maybe I should be thinking about expanding...?

I'll have to see with the board...Goddess I hate them. They always give me the creeps. So condescending and even when there's a unanimous decision it's almost like I was the odd one out who voted wrong...Whatever. Now's not the time to think about that. I'll push a few meetings around and work out seeing my kittens sometime in the near future.

[floralphoria]

Journal . [092514]

I've decided to quit calling this a 'diary.' Diaries are for women and I am not a woman. I suppose such is irrelevant, though.

Today, I received flowers. You'd think me being a florist I'd grow sick of them, but....

.....

I love flowers. They're so full of life and vibrance. They are truly the soul of nature. Those who believe otherwise are entitled to their opinion, of course.

......

[( The journal abruptly ends here as though Cam couldn't think about what else to say... )]

[floralphoria]

Dear Diary . [092314]

[( There are a lot of illegible scratches and scuff marks near the top of the entry, as though Cam didn't know about what to write or was unsure about a certain topic. In fact, this goes on for awhile until, finally, words take shape. )]

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Something has been bothering me as of late, other than the rampant heat outside. Oddly enough, I am not sure what it is. I get little inklings that something huge is about to happen, but, at the same time, I tell myself that it's just mere blasphemy. Nothing out of the ordinary happens in Bluebell and I prefer it stay that way.

On a happier note, the flowers have survived well in the summer's relentless grip. With winter forthcoming, I need to devise my usual plans of keeping them alive through icy nights.

At least the kittens outside will be old enough by then to take shelter..

[hey-chelsea]

Entry X

September 14, 2014

That is today's date. In Chelsea's room, there is a waste basket with nothing in it but a crumbled paper, a snotty tissue, and a few other pieces of trash. You pick up the less gross and more obvious item, and smooth it out on the desk. It is a letter with no date. How long she has had it or how long it has been in the trash exactly is impossible to tell. It is written in ink, smudged from a hand that had been scribbling words. Thankfully, for you, her handwriting is very neat anyway. 

Dear Matthew,

          You know I'm not one for formalities, but please let me formally apologize to you.           I'm sorry.           I'm sorry to you and Em and everyone else for leaving the way I did. I would have loved to have taken you with me. I'm sorry I broke the rules and all the fun we had was in vain. I'm sorry for lying and crying, and I'm sorry that this letter is so mushy...           I'm sorry we fell out of love.           I hope you can forgive me.

         I hope no one will replace me in your life, because no one will replace you to me. But may we both be happy. I have confidence in you.

With love best regards,

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