Triggers

Dear Diary.
I had a strange feeling overcome me today.. something I had never felt before. It made me weak, I want to call it love but even that seems wrong. I thought about you.. I really thought about everything. Things that I havent been able to face, now I can see clearly in front of me. I don't like you, everything about you is soo wrong . Yet your face won't leave my mind. I know how you feel, but you don't know how I do. This is for you, and I know you will never find it because I am to scared. But this is for you. I'm in love with you. Forgive me okay? Forgive everything about me.. please. I would change in a heart beat, but my mind can't jump that fast. I am sorry. I am turly sorry.  Be strong, okay? One day I hope you find this, and you think about me.. but that day won't be for a very long time. It kills me to look you dead in the eye and pull the trigger. Though, becuase I am soo weak I will never have to.
-K

Crammed

Dear Diary,
The feeling of the age, trust. Looming over our heads, do I trust them? Do I trust myself?
I read a good passage about it, how trust doesn’t come easy-
Though what if it never came at all. What if all of humankind was simply untrustable? To think, every word, a lie. Every thought, fake. For me it’s not that hard to imagine. Everyone trapped in their own fragile minds, with no escape? How would they, or should I say we, even know the truth? Let alone speak of it? I think we are all liars because this whole world was built on them. So we feed on fables, and frenzy about imaginary problems. Huh... it doesn't matter really, because it always going to be a choice of right or wrong that determines a lie in a person’s eyes. Question is: Can you even believe me?

Night D!

My Absolute

Dear Diary,


I wonder if this world could
love, truly love. If every human that walks this earth could band together and
create a circle of trust and strength. Is it even possible, that I could
forgive everyone I feel has done me wrong? Looking at every time I've cried or
felt betrayed I realised- this thing I call hate is made up of stupid reasons.
Reasons that are so unconventional, I am ashamed to be telling you about them.
Diary, I feel like I have been wasting my life hating people and things for
dumb reasons. I have spent time thinking about things that hurt, rather than
thinking about things that I love. I wish I could have that time back, I wish I
could take back every time I said 'I hate you'. I wish... I wish I could love
and forgive. I wish I could truly love.


Bryce
 

Why?

Dear Diary,
Why? For such a small word, it is so complexed.Why me? Why you? I could spend forever serching, looking for the right answer. An answer that stops my questioning. An answer that means something, anything. Diary, tell me why everything does'nt make any sense. Why everything just swirls in my head, creating a pit of nonsense. I don't understand why everthing means somthing different to everyone else. Why can't I see the "big picture". Tell me Diary, Why does it hurt?