Dear Diary: That Something Called: TRUST. ♥

“The Best Proof of Love is Trust.”

Dear Diary, 

Things haven’t been easy for me this week, and I began to wonder if history was going to repeat itself once again. I wasn’t ready to lose control of myself so early in the year, and thankfully I was able to pick myself up, dust myself off, and look at the things that truly mattered to me. It dawned on me that I have been unhappy lately, but I wasn’t sure why. Then I realized it was because I wasn’t getting the time to do the things I love. I haven’t had the time to write in ages, due to all the schoolwork and emotional stress I’ve been dealing with (all a part of high school!). 

I have written a new poem, and that will be up here and on very shortly. I HAVE to push myself to stop being lazy and starting to write on a regular basis again. All I ever do is sleep! You teenagers know exactly what I mean. Coming home from school and being so physically and emotionally drained that you just find yourself sleeping every time you get. (Or if you’re just as lazy as I am!).

Besides my quarrels of laziness, there is something else that really didn’t do it for me this week. That subject is “Trust.” It’s hard to look toward the future with a smile on your face knowing that someone you hold dearly is upset with you for something you haven’t done. It may sound stupid, but it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair to feel that way, even though you know in your heart you could push it away if you tried. It’s all part of the struggle, it’s all something entirely new to everyone, as it could never be the same for any two people.

Apart from all the dreariness (All I seem to talk about these days are bad experiences), well here’s something good: I’m getting back into writing, preparing myself for this year’s NaNoWriMo, as well as learning how to play the harp and taking vocal lessons. Now those are things that are very much exciting!

Also, quick update: I believe I’d be doing these posts once a week, which would most likely be on a Saturday, because it is hard to sit down and write during the week. But, at least that would put me on schedule, and give me a clean start for the week to come, after I’ve unloaded all the troubles of the present week.

That being said, I best go and post my poem so I can sit down with my novel for a while and welcome my character “Annika Noir” back into my life. Until next time!

Beacoup D'amour - Anisa Nasir



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