Dear Diary Just Thinking

A Hope for All I wish you love, peace, joy and healings. Love God, love others, and love yourself with your whole heart. Make a difference for the better by sharing your love and God-given talents as you encourage those around you. Others will not have to guess that you truly care when you let them know by what you say and how you say itWhat you do and how you do it. When others think of you, let them get a good feeling and Smile!

It's him, Diary. It's Tyson. I don't know what it is about him; well I guess I do know. It's everything about him. Everything he does makes me smile. It's him

A Hope for All I wish you love, peace, joy and healings. Love God, love others, and love yourself with your whole heart. Make a difference for the better by sharing your love and God-given talents as you encourage those around you. Others will not have to guess that you truly care when you let them know by what you say and how you say it What you do and how you do it. When others think of you, let them get a good feeling and Smile!

"Dear diary" my escape from solitude , accompanied me whenever I was down and frown, just a pen in my hand , and I was ready to scribble it out in the diray. From sweet memories to painful sorrows ever, It allowed me to pour all my whole forever . Down the pages of it, You will find 45 souls who know well to arrange their innerself within 26 alphabets. "Cheers to fears, Because it allowed us to scribble it here"

Lesley Arfin kept a diary during the apocalypse that was her adolescence, chronicling her depression from being bullied in the 10th grade and her discovery of heroin. Lesley told her diary everything. Now in her 20s, Lesley has returned to her journal and added new comments that only an adult looking back on their own life can perceive. Most of these are in the vein of What the hell was I talking about?' Lesley's hilarious updates remind readers how heavy it all seemed back then and how irrelevant it all really is in the face of adulthood.'

?when the only voice I hear is my own, and all I have to listen to my cries are these four walls?

Real teens, real lives, real diaries in vol. one of series. 11 yrs+

It has always seemed very strange to me that soooo many people can go through their whole life in a kind of trance. As the saying goes "They live in the land of Denial!" I visited there for about thirty years, and I must say, that when the fog finally lifted it really was a sort of relief. No more lying, covering up or denying the truth. No more delusions of the way that you wish things were, and pretending to the world that this is the way that things are. I guess it was also saddening how much time was lost and how things could have been different if only you were conscious of them. Why do we live a life of lies? There are probably as many reasons as there are people. We live a lie for love, money, wealth, fame, security, etc, etc. We have to play the game of life the way society or our families dictate so as not to disappoint. Our whole lives revolve around pleasing others and getting them to accept us. lsn't that whole concept a lie? I've always hated lying, but now I do it on a regular basis. I see why people do it because it gets easier over time. I can barely tolerate someone who always lies to get what they want, or to make themselves seem better than they really are. lt's one thing to have someone lie to you and you aren't aware of it, and it's a whole different thing when you catch someone lying and they won't own up to it. That's pretty much lT for me. I guess that's why I have some 'stress' issues. lt takes A LOT of self-control to keep yourself from smashing someone in the mouth. I read a little saying a while ago which said "Sarcasm, because it's illegal to beat the shit out of someone!" I truly love and agree with this.