When I look in a mirror I see a young woman. Brunette, brown eyes, and red glasses. That would be what everybody sees. But I see a female version of the joker. I play with my lipstick and create a huge smile and paint my face with white and create huge black eyeshadow. That is what I see when I look into a mirror, I see a Dr. Jekyll and a Mr. Hyde. The person my family sees everyday is nice ...

The space between the stars is a long waiting arrival for something to happen. Light years is a time where anything can happen, anything that can happen will happen. A dream, best describes as far as the stars, but falling stars are known to happen.

The space between the stars is anything can happen, it is only a matter of destiny....

*Not the prompt, I am just sad writing but it’s related*

I am studying for my exams this week

Knowing I am going to fail everything I set my mind to

I remember when I was young, happy and pretty

Now I am 15 years old, my heart sinks like an empty soul

Still the same stupid girl in a fandom without end

Obsessing over guys that don’t know I exist

Listening to “Two of us”, crying over love and l...

Another day, always another day until I die. Why can’t dreams come true? Everybody ignore me, can’t speak to me for 10 seconds, no one looks my way. Why? Am I not pretty enough, am I not eloquent enough? I don’t give a crap about being famous, I wanna do what I love, acting and singing. I write screenplays (not that anybody reads them), I write depressing songs about love that I never experi...

I thought I had it all

Thought all was mine and the tears were gone

But the truth was a tall wall

And reality was a ocean of despair

With love and dreams gone down the infinite nightmare

But I saw the sun and looked in the mirror and said “screw you”

And the sky had never looked so blue...

“Beautiful, just beautiful” I said in a sigh while admiring the view, leaning over the hand-bar.

I was on a rooftop in London, the smell of coffee and tea in the quaint street was perfect. The sun was rising over the landmark buildings, people on the street were scarce.

“Your up early” Neal came behind me, leaning over me, putting his hands on the balcony barrier around me and kissed me in th...

I woke up, ears ringing, vision dim. I was tied up in a wooden chair, then I saw a hidden figure moving closer.

“Emma Jones, or Saskia Hunter, what ever name you would like to call yourself. Long time no see, how is the family?” Said the man moving closer to the light.

“Doing good, sorry for your loss, I heard that your father recently passed away”

“Your not sorry, it was your fault that he...

What is a friend?

Do they use you or do they confort you?

I will never understand the end

But a bad friend will lead you saddened

A good friend will be a joke in a funeral

A harbor in a storm

A soul so beautiful

That love will be a friend always there...

All I want is a good guy, are my expectations far too high? I will try my best but can I say, all I have is myself at the end of the day.

I was walking to the park, the quietest place in town. The guy that talked to me at university was there with his girlfriend and his friends. I was reading my textbook, but I read the book 2 times, once I read something, it sticks with me forever. That is my...

Liam Rusty. Sep 29 2025. Day 157

Today is 157 days we ran away to our new destiny; 157 days ago we started a new life. Live to fight another day; today, September 29 2025 I am still alive to document our travels and missions. This diary is evidence for everyone about we did and our belief. We are still in Russia, under the frozen ice cap in the middle of nowhere. Living in 2 rooms with three...