Dear Diary...

23.09.2019 – No idea what this is about

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Dear diary,

You are my favourite place. I like how I can share my secrets with you.

Breathe. It’s a new day. I feel poetic. Is that even a word in English? Haha. Nevermind.

Another funny thing. Today I choose to be grateful. I’m usually a depressed ungrateful brat…but today is my new day…to shine…and be the thing I’m afraid of – authentic.

Love you! >:D<

Till next time,

Yo’ dear Mădă

Dear Diary...

15.09.2017 – Injustice speaks

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Dear diary,

Sometimes I am amazed by the injustice in this world, by how people can be so cruel and heartless. I just watched an episode of this TV show called ”Unbelievable” and I couldn’t stop crying. It is based on true events – a girl is raped and no one believes it (since cops were pressuring her and she couldn’t remember things clearly).

I can’t believe that police forces can sometimes be cruel, making you doubt your own reality. It’s sad when you have to go through something so heartbreaking and in the end, nobody believes you.

I wish things like these were not happening in this world. Sometimes I think about why we don’t have the power to stop that.

Lots of love,

Mada

Dear Diary...

14.09.2019 – Do what you like

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Dear diary,

Today I learned that doing something you love will always make you smile.

It might sound funny to you, but I believe that following your intuition is ultimately a good thing.

I love to write, dance and to spend time in nature. Doing all these activities give meaning to my life. I hope that one day everyone will find what they love and earn money that way….because trust me, contributing to society is an invaluable asset for an incredible world.

Question is – what do you choose to do today?

Lots of love,

Mădă

Dear Diary...

13.09.2019 – Connections

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Dear Diary,

Sometimes I think we have a connection with people, although we’ve never met them. I know this might sound weird to you, but for me it’s normal. I see strangers walking on the street, just a look in their eyes and ”bam” I remember them. They become dear to my heart – just like my friends.

There are moments (particularly when  I have this feeling of deja vu ) when I wonder whether something can be meant to be or not or if we have lived past lives.

I know there’s no fricking way of knowing…but I still like to think…a bit too much.

Lots of love,

Overthinker