Category: Diary

Addiction. Phone in hand, all day click click click, read entries, vote on entries, write entries. I'm all about entries. How nice. At least thanks to the dictionary, I’ve stopped undressing every passing woman with my eyes. These women owe you a lot, dictionary. There are many beautiful women, but there are even more who aren’t. That’s a good thing. Imagine if everywhere was overflowing with stunning women—I’d go crazy, honestly. How many different people can one fall in love with in a day, and how many times can one slip into... (Read More)

Actually, it's not just now, it will always be like this. I will always have to be busy with something, and the things I write will remain unfinished. We need to get used to this - you and me. You’re the only one reading me anyway. Don’t say anything. Not everyone should read this. I’m scared because of it. Maybe someday I’ll confess the murders I’ve committed. But these are things that no one should know. Murder is free! Confessing is a crime! For example, kill someone and destroy all the evidence - you're free! Live your life! But when you turn 80 and... (Read More)

I miss keeping a diary, maybe I should continue from here. Actually, there's not much to write; it's just a summary of what's on my mind: 24/7 woman. You already knew that. Not every woman, but... She has to deserve it.

When I say “she has to deserve it”, you think “she has to do good things to deserve it”, but it's not like that. She doesn't have to do anything, just be beautiful. Or not so ugly that you can't... (Read More)