createBlog Diary, version 4 Options

[*Azarel*]

Originally started by fathin_felix. Great idea.

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Old one was 22 pages. Diary? Self-explanitory? I think so. Don't post in here solely to comment on someone else's day.. you can quote them, but don't make that your post.

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Dear createBlog Diary,
I suppose it's been a long while since I've really written anything. I still can't find the inspiration I once had. Just, sometimes, I miss writing. Makes me feel empty, yanno? Time to ramble on some more.

Last night, I felt utterly tired, for no reason. I mean, I'm on freaking spring break, I shouldn't feel tired of anything, really. But I realized I was. I was sitting here on the computer, with nothing to do, nobody to talk to, nothing to relate to. I hated that feeling of utter.. boredom. I still don't know why. I guess I still haven't grown out of the phase where I can't see past the monotony of life. It's almost over though, high school, I mean. More than halfway.

And I can't believe break is more than half over already too. It used to be that the days would drag by, but already, it's Thursday, and I have yet to accomplish anything. Party tomorrow night at Jenn's, and I kind of want to go. At the same time though, I don't. I guess I'm worn out at the moment.

There's nobody to call late at night anymore. People are in school, they have work, whatever. I don't like keeping people up if they have things to do the next day-- it makes me feel bad. And I've been waking up so late nowadays. It makes me feel like a lazy pig. I dunno. I suppose it's just me. Is all, for now. Until next time.
-Me.

[*stephinika*]

dear cb diary,

i'm back again. as usual. the retreat was absolutely amazing...so much better than i thought. i had time to bond with people with such long talks that were just lovely. i opened up a bit more, but still not completely. the only bad part really, was on the way home on the bus...there was so much dust on that road with the bus in front of us and the windows were open so my throat began to close up and i couldn't breathe. i was so scared. scared the shit out of everyone else too, mind you it showed me that they did care. adrian came off the bus with me on to the other, emptier one. i was so grateful he was there, i don't know what i would have done otherwise. thank you so much. he took care of me so well. he looked so scared too.
but yeah i was on the phone later that night with mark...i swear to god, he doesn't seem to care anymore at all. i told him about my breathing incident and he was just like "oh really? okay." like what the hell!? everyone else freaked out, you'd think he'd be the one to freak out the most. then he's like "oh yeah i can't talk tonight, i have to go." and i replied in a rather mad tone of voice and usually if that happens, he'll recognize it and ask me about it. no, not this time. he just goes on saying i love you and goodbye. i swear, it sounds like he's saying it out of obligation. i don't know anymore....
my heart is being torn in two.