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I'm not a liar
1st April, 2021 9:40amDear Diary,And today is the first day of April, and on this day the day of lies is celebrated, and honor is given to liars!As this strange adjective increases more and more, more and more people adopt this adjective in their personalities, someone once had the original day to honor it by creating a day especially dedicated to these creatures.But living too long in a world created and based on lies, can become dangerous and harmful, both for those who lie and for those who pretend to believe the lie, ending up being an accomplice from the moment they discover it and cover ...
It Starts Today
Crimson blood dripped down into the ancient apartment stairwell. I cursed and put my finger in my mouth, sucking on the fresh cut. I had cut it on a piece of upturned metal on the railing. The whole damn apartment was falling apart; last week my shower head had fallen off. I shook my head and continued descending on the staircase, the metal groaning with each step."Morning princess," a voice said from behind me. I whipped around to face Kane, my neighbor. I scowled and removed my finger from my mouth, wiping it on my sweater casually."Morning asshole," I crooned. Kane grinned and swept his d...
Dear Diary...
Friday, May 17th: “Dear Diary, Well, it finally happened… Austin Parks asked me out on a date! This has been my dream since the first grade. I can’t believe it’s actually happening! How did I get so lucky to be asked out by the captain of the debate team? It doesn’t feel real.Austin may be a nerd, but he looks like he could be a supermodel. His long brown hair and tall, muscular build giving off Clark Kent vibes. Glasses included. I can’t compare with my short and frail looking figure. My body having no curves whatsoever. The only attractive features I have is my vibrant red hair and piercing ...
Into The Eye
My name is Hope. They say names are more than just an identity. Sometimes it's a prayer, a gift or even a curse. I never understood the meaning of my name until the day I turned eighteen. The age eighteen represents so much people. To others it represents freedom, to some it's a painful memory and to others it's the beginning of something new. I'm not sure which of those represents me, but one thing am certain of is that I didn't ask for it. On the morning I turned eighteen, I woke up feeling different. Call it a hunch or paranoia, I instantly knew that I wouldn't remain the same. My mother wa...