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Found Diary
Warning: If you find this and you care about me – destroy this immediately. Do not read. Thank you in advance.I may be better or I may be worse. I am not who you think I am. If you knew me as I really am, you would not love me.Monday Dear Diary. Is this how you do it? It seems so awkward. I never did thiwww.onedoor.ccs before but my grief counselor said to. Oh well. Here goes. He told me to be completely honest, no one will read it.I don’t know what to write. It was a horrible weekend. Is it okay to say that? I mean, the funeral and all. Mama was a mess after losing B...
Cocoon
CocoonI am orbiting myself in the orbit of the same old goddamn habits: laziness and dilly dallying. I envelope myself thinking that I am charge less --I can’t produce electricity of passion at any works. I occupy the territory of my brain feeling I am a powerless girl and a dot of failure at study. Even non-studious classmates recommend me to bury my attention at curriculum. I know I have to read but my mindset is trained in such a way which doesn’t obey me and wrestles with me to adopt new behavior and set-up its cerebral with new ideas. I am bullied by friends. Shouldn’t I take revenge on t...
Let the Dead Take Me
I, Victoria Anne Harker, being of supposed sound mind, do hereby declare this to be my Last Will and Testament. I revoke all will and codicils previously made by me.I appoint Henrik Harker, my husband, as my personal representative to administer this Will, and ask that he be permitted to serve as my personal representative. I leave everything in my possession to you, my dearest Jaina. All of my family's wealth, estate, and material. It will all be yours.Upon my death, I direct that my family will be given one final visit of my body, as well as the accompanying note I've written, before my rema...
Wild At Heart
Haworth, November 24th 1824Tomorrow I am to start a big adventure and join my sisters, Maria, Elizabeth and Charlotte at the big girls’ school at Cowan Bridge. I am a little fearful at this prospect – not because I think I will be regarded as stupid (I can read and write and do arithmetic, and I already know ‘être’ and ‘avoir’, thanks to my aunt’s tutelage) - but I am afraid of missing Branwell and Anne, my playfellows. I have asked Papa if I might not remain at home and share Branwell’s lessons, but he is resolute. I intend to keep a record of my time at school so that Anne will know what to ...