What's the latest time that you've stayed up till?

I've stayed until 6 A.M to finish an English essay. 😒🙄

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Dear diary,

What does the word 'Family' mean to you? Because to me 'Family' isn't defined by genetics or petty last names. It's defined by commitment and by love. It means showing up when they need it most. By having each other's backs. Never giving up and losing hope in each other.

Yet I can't help feeling the wholesome despair prickling through the neurons of my brain. The shatters of my aching heart that I now have to pick up on my own. The soul crushing torment that I have to endure.

All I can ask is: Why? Why did you put us through such misery this summer? Why did you make us leave? What happened to us... to you?

I don't know whether to feel contempt or sorrow because I'm conflicted and astonished. I'm too tired to let out my inner emotions because the agony is so deep and raw.

I reminisce about our past constantly. It was ecstatic and beautiful. Now it is a trauma that I can't seem to forget. Is this what how I'm going have to live? Not having adventures with you every day? Cracking hilarious jokes? Making homemade recipes that turn out terrible? Not having to see your face day to day?

I could look you right in the eye and say, "I don't miss you," but I wouldn't mean a single word of it. But you probably never want to see us again.

Everything is changing so fast. It's hard enough getting used to the divorce. Now I'm afraid to tell others that I'm not okay because I am left dumbfounded when I watch them not know what to do.

The outcome of it is that I end up comforting others, even though I needed the comfort in the first place.

You were my hero, dad. You will always will be my hero. But just remember, you're the hero who left us to rot without a decent explanation.
                       
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I sighed heavily, slipping my brown leather journal into my book bag.

It was difficult to leave our father like that. Like a riptide flowing endlessly across the ocean, my memories seemed to go on a loop. I couldn't stop the thoughts that were taking over my mind constantly like a hit song. Sometimes I wish they would end as I could finally think about something a bit more joyful; like a chewy chocolate chip cookie. With dark Belgian, and milk chocolate chips coming together in a perfectly crisp, buttery cookie. There were no words, just a harmonically bliss goodness.

Great. Now I'm starving.

I needed to lock my precious moments in my diary and try not to constantly think about them. Otherwise it would bring a deeper regret and inject a painful emotion towards my stubborn self. Following my stomach, it lead me to the fridge.
Just as I was about to leave with my yogurt, my mother emerged from the kitchen, squeezing me into a tight hug in which I returned back.

My mother, the most beautiful woman in the planet. She is softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow to be like her. Despite what happened over summer, she took the situation on a calm matter. And to this day, she is still happy.

To me, she's an enchanted, red rose. You can cut her petals, but her thorns have another thing coming.

"Have a wonderful time at school sweetie. Also, be a dear and pick up Vincent," she softly kissed my cheek and smiled heartily.

I could feel the curve of my lips turn upward and nodded slightly.

"Of course. Also, you don't mind making some chocolate chip cookies, do you?" I felt a devilish smile etch on my face.

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The terrain seemed to pass by in a blur as I continued to drive along the curvy road. The further I drove, the more the sunlight had been covered by the trees making it look dark.

Something about these woods felt unsettling and I the goosebumps on my skin was suggesting so. I couldn't stand to be in a town that seemed so deserted. My mother worked as a realtor so for her to move to such a small town with not so many houses seemed quite strange.

Getting out of the car, I took in the breath of nature. It felt like standing openly in front of a endless ocean and monolithic mountain. It felt refreshing. The sound of robins chirping was a tune that was one to remember. It represented a desire to reach a goal to to keep moving.

Although it seemed unrealistic that a school was in the small town of Ayrith, I saw some aspiration. I just needed to seek my aim with much determination.

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I sighed contently as I walked into the gates of Havenbridge High school. The school itself was astonishing. Moss covered the grey bricks of the building. Wild flowers and garden roses were splattered as well, along with lavenders and lilacs in the garden. It had a gothic look. The mix of brown clashed well with black on the side of the building as well as the several cracks that made it feel old, but it was still pretty decent.

As I stepped into the building, butterflies began to erupt through the pit of my stomach. Emotions came hurdling through like a twister. I was happy, nervous, excited, sad, and I wanted to keep them in check if I was going to get through this day.

I sighed inwardly and continued to walk to the admissions office, keeping my head up high even though I felt stares probing through the back of my skull.

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Unknown Point of View

Dear diary,

My best friend, the hunter tried to kill me. I only wanted to talk, but she spoke cruel words and continued to fight. Her father had stood there, watching in wonderment as his daughter continued to kick and spit, all in all, killing me.

I could sense betrayal spiraling throughout my body; it was burning and rolling inside of me. The monster within me was straining to be unleashed to take upon revenge.

I dodged each hit and throw; I knew I could easily kill her in a second. She was so fragile. So young. So naive. Yet the problem was that I was in love. I know I cannot be with a hunter, but her beauty had captivated me.

It was more than her curly black hair and chocolate brown eyes. It was her gentle heart which filled a dark room with light. If I had not known she was faking everything, I would've left. But my cold heart and wicked mind had other plans.

I snarled, baring my pearly white fangs and tore her fathers neck. I laughed and smiled, letting the monster within me out. She spat and cursed, and when I looked away for a second, she shot an arrow at my arm. The pain radiated a blistering hot shot towards my body and I swiftly ran, never to see her again.

I regret doing that and scared of humiliating myself, I finally left for good. But I see she sought refuge here and I don't want to hide in the shadows again. She will become my queen, I know she will.

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"In order to be brave, we must be a little bit scared. The fear within us give us a strength to be courageous," -Sami

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