A Diary Of a Nobody

 Hey...It's me It's my 22nd Birthday! I don't know why I came back here honestly. I cried yesterday..well. I cried whenever my birthday is near. I don't really know how to explain why I feel this way.. Honestly, this year is the best year for me. I meet a lot of great friends and I don't feel depressed very often anymore + I self-harm a lot less .. my family treating me well too ever since I told them about ADHD... it's a struggle to get to this stage. But I'm proud of myself. I really do. -Nina Nadhila

Self-love is always the most important thing.  Life doesn't get easier.  It hurts to grow up You might not figure everything out, and it's ok .  Relationships can be fragile but you'll learn how to choose better people.  It's ok not to settle down so easily and early. The better is waiting for you .  Debt can be your worst enemy. Try your best to save some money .  The real world can be ugly, but it depends on which angle you choose to see it . Not all friends are meant to be kept, But for those who stay, do treasure them . Don't be afraid of mistakes. Solve your own problem. Nobody Will Help You . You gotta help yourself. Live through hard times to succeed. Stop waiting for the perfect moment. There Is No Perfect Moment To Start. If you want to start doing something, act now . Do not wait for a better moment. It will never come. Your Weaknesses Do Not Matter. Learn to accept this. The only thing that matters is your strengths. Improve them. Luck C...

All my life, writing and reading novels has been my escape, my own little sanctuary. It’s where I find inner peace. When I read, it’s like I step into a whole new universe where it’s just me and the characters, the plot, the emotions… it’s magical. And when I write, I get to build that universe myself. So of course, I tried keeping a diary. I wanted a space to pour out my thoughts, my feelings, the things I couldn’t say out loud. But somehow, I could never stick to it. The truth is, I’ve always struggled to open up. Telling people about my problems or how I feel? It’s terrifying. I’m scared of being misunderstood, of being blamed, or worse, having my feelings brushed off like they don’t matter. Maybe I seem like I can take it, like I don’t care what people think. But I do. I care a lot. That’s why I’m here. Writing this. Hoping that this space can be the one place where I can just… be me. Honest, vulnerable, and free. I hope this works out. — Nina Nadhila