Dear Diary
2AM: I can’t seem to sleep tonight, and writing has always calmed me down. Today has been quite an odd day, It’s been very quiet. Nobody seemed to want to talk today, nobody seemed to want to smile today. I felt different from them, I felt happy. As for why, I am not sure. I seemed to get happier the more I saw them sad, but that’s probably just my mind making things up this late at night. I’m not an evil person. I just want to go to sleep.
3AM: I still can’t go to sleep. All I can seem to do is think of all of the people I saw today. All I can seem to do is think of all the things I did today. All I can seem to do is think about all of the sadness. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want to sleep.
4AM: I can’t sleep. I’m so tired, but I’m so awake. I wish somebody was here to tuck me in, to keep me safe. My thoughts are wandering so far that I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to find them again. I feel so different. I feel like I might have caused everybody to be sad today. I feel like I might have done something wrong today. I feel like I might have ended some lives today. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want sleep.
5AM: I don’t want to sleep any more. I looked in the mirror. I don’t want to have to wake up ever again. I looked in the mirror. I’m afraid I may have scared people today. I looked in the mirror. I’m afraid I may have been a monster today. I looked in the mirror, and nothing was different. I looked in the mirror, and nothing was the same. I’m afraid of myself. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want to die.
6AM: I can’t seem to die. I feel like all I can do is write. I feel like all I can do is breath. I feel like all I can do is live. I can’t seem to die. What’s the point in living? What’s the point in sleeping? What’s the point in waking? I can’t seem to die. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. I just want death.
7AM: Every word I write seems to give me more life, and I can’t help but take it. I can’t imagine how I’m living, but the words keep me alive. I can’t imagine how I’m happy, but the words give me strength. I can’t imagine how you’re still reading, it’s you that keeps me alive. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling, your death brings me life. You can’t imagine how I’m feeling, I feel so alive. You can’t imagine yourself living, you just want to die. As for why, I am not sure. I’m not an evil person. All I want is to live. All I want is you to die.
Dear Diary,
Thank you for reading.
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Credited to Sage.
First. Inb4 BUT WHO WAS DIARY?
Fuck, this is awesome. Not very creepy, just generally epic…
BUT THEN WHO WAS DIARY?
Jesus, why don’t you creepy types just leave me alone!? *cries*
Eh, it was good, but I couldn’t help thinking “I’ll help you die if you come anywhere near me” near the end XD
“Your death brings me life”
How romantic!
{btw the pasta wasn’t creepy at all.}
Delicious.
It was okay.
This pasta makes me want to go laugh at emo kids.
@ Anonymous; Theres many in the chatbox. Laugh at them with me.
{{Kawaii bracketkun n___n}}}
Lmao, emo kids:D
BUT WHO WAS LIFE-SUCKING DIARY?!
Funny… I spent all night writing instead of sleeping too…
I am left with too many questions. It’s good, but just not my bowl of pasta.
Voldemort?
BUT WHO LOST THE GAME?
THEN WHO WAS NOT-EVIL PERSON?!
not creepy, just awesome, loved it
FUCK YOU ANNE FRANK!
Lame. Not creepy. Overly emotional.
Not scary/creepy per se, but I love the idea of it. In a way it’s true: by taking the time to read this “diary” you’ve given up some of the time in your life; you’ve given up portions of your life. And now they’re with whoever’s writing in this diary thing.
I think that’s how it goes…
It’s good, but not scary. This should be posted on something different.
@VDV I lost the game.
Overall, a pretty lame pasta.
Took far too long, and the ending was incredibly anticlimactic.
Add some sauce next time.
I personally liked it.
A life for a life.
THEN WHO WAS TIRED GUY????
Ugh. So whiny and redundant. I’m all for repition, if it means something. This was so pointless. It needs a huge huge amount of re-working to be good. It’s a meh idea, but could be really nice if re-worked.
Awesome, now if only that could work.
Meh, I like the idea of some lunatic raving away in their diary in the middle of the night, and as it progresses it gets more and more intense, I think that’s what you were aiming for? But it didn’t quite capture that feeling.
Good concept, not so good pasta.
VDV
I LOST!!!
That’s…interesting.
Trippy. Makes me think of Death Note.
Hey kid! Give me my diary back! You don’t see me writing in someone else’s diary, now do you? (Btw, you didn’t read the first entry, now did you? It has my *cough* ….secret stuff..)
But who was Voldemort?
that’s funny, it doesn’t look like i stumbled onto livejournal…
Dear Diary,
Mood? Apathetic.
@Diddler: WIN.
I have no real problems but I like to make believe, I stole my sister’s mascara now I’m grounded for a week.
Reads like bad poetry. Lame.
okay… well dats kyf mr. i-waste-my-time-with-diaries… okaaay! it was an okay pasta i guess…
Stop my breathing and slit my throat.
YOU VAGINA
i feel like that al lthe time when i can’t sleep and i am writing…hmm. nice pasta.
Crappy. Just… crappy.
@ Green
That’s how you know an emo wrote it.
You know.
Because their poetry sucks.
“Thanks for listening” haha **farts** go cry edward the emo
0_o Sounds like my future self… Ya know… When I lose ALL of my sanity. Won’t be too long.
rofl at the first anon.
this was laughable.
i also didn’t understand it.
at all.
Again, a pasta reminds me of Harry Potter. Maybe it’s because I just recently re-read the series, but all I could think about was Riddle’s diary from The Chamber of Secrets.
I dont get it but it was very interesting
I WISH PEOPLE WOULD QUIT FUCKING WRITING ME LETTERS
I DONT CARE HOW YOUR DAY WAS
So this is what Kira feels like when he’s writing in his Death Note.
that was incredibly creepy. not scary, but creepy.
And i want you to go fuck yourself, we don’t always get what we want.
Those words, at best, were worse than teenage poetry.
Srsly, there’s nothing creepy about a fifteen year-old emo kid’s diary.
THEN WHO WAS DEATH NOTE?!
im not an evil person but this pasta sucked
Maybe it was the sauce, but this pasta wasn’t very tasty. Seemed kinda lame, wasn’t scary/creepy, and wasn’t entertaining.
You guys are wrong! I LOVE this one it’s really good!! (by the way i’m not EMO)
BUT THEN WHO WAS DIE?
Poor. How many of you notice that there is a link to ‘Emo Poems’ and ‘Emo Kid’ under the comment box? Most amusing, PHONE.
Fear the Darkness
-Nex
it sucked
made me think of emo poetry
You know, when you stay up all night reading these things, you kind of notice that there’s something awfully sinister in those words. Not the whole “Your death gives me life” or whatnot, just something behind those words makes it seem more sinister. I dunno, just sayin’.
Emo kids, the natural prey for pasta goers.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
I’m not an evil person.
ARE YOU SURE YOU SEEM VERY SURE
crap.
Is it a bad thing that I can relate to this character? I mean, we’ve all had those moments when you just wanna smile when you see someone else sobbing