Ditari i ndjenjave (gjuhë e huaj)

[Lioness]

Can’t remember the last time I came around this corner (the diary.)
Mainly for two reasons:
Afraid of what the insanity of the moment might spill out on a piece of paper.
Most importantly, beyond my fears, there is always the proud fact of mastering the art of procrastination. Never imagined it would come to the point that I would even rejoice at the idea of delaying my own thoughts.
Never imagined I would revel in the nudity of my soul, naked from layers of sentimentalism.
But from time to time I wonder about the price one pays to cover the soul in blankets of sensations. Or my yet unpaid prize for the lack of them.

[ELDORADO]

....quando pensi che tutto e finito ti sembra strano poi che semra che li ricomincia un altra cosa un altra vita ,e cosi che e anche la mia vita degli sentimenti sono molto sensibile anche tenero, diventare agressivo per me e una cosa assai molto poco piacevole pero quando caita capita,comunque non voglio stare qui scrivere intere file che poi voi non li leggette neache
quindi vi salutto a presto

[IsiNYC]

I'm often afraid of going through life aimlessly, without recognition of the present only to wake up one day at 40-something overcome with nostalgia of a blurry past embellished with that glow that only time can add to ordinary moments. Yet, I've clicked on this thread often and was unable to produce any comprehensive group of sentences that complete a thought which ironically seems to coincide with Lioness' admittion of delaying your own thoughts.

Considering that we all think during every action of the day, whether its sitting without purpose or laboring during a task shouldn't we be exploding with things to say, write or even simply revisit. What makes us overlook our thoughts? Could it be abandonment instead of delay and if so does it imply an inability or unwillingness to truly face yourself? Why do we treat that entity with negligence? We give strong efforts at being a good friend or sibling and other identities that are created for us due to social interactions, yet we lack the vision af an identity which is inate - that which has evolved with you since the begining of your memory. What a tragedy!

[EXODUS]

Ironically so, my very true self just won't stop tearing me apart. Yet, horribly so, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I now realize I can finally break free of my never self.

[Nebelstern]

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

The primroses were over.

Where is she, somebody needs to answer this question to me.

[Alienated]

Oh hi guys. I'm here for the first time. I hope you don't mind! I'll get the time to read some of your diaries and perhaps I might say few words about my day some other day.

Today was a shitty day! Nothing much happened. It was so damn hot and very boring. I couldn't wait to come back home.

Cheers all!

[Nebelstern]

Ich muss euch leider enttäuschen, es gibt im Moment nichts Neues von mir und wird es die nächste Zeit auch nur selten geben. Das liegt nicht an euch, oder daran, dass mir das hier keinen Spass machen würde, aber es gibt gerade ein anderes Projekt in meinem Leben, das meine Zeit und meine Muse auffrisst und es ist gierig wie das Krümelmonster.

Es heisst Traurigkeit!!

[ShadowOftheBest]

I don't want to talk about it

I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.

I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?

If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.

I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.

If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.

[ShadowOftheBest]

Su confessa amore mio
Io non sono più il solo, l'unico
Hai nascosto nel cuore tuo
Una storia irrinunciabile

Io non sono più il tuo pensiero
Non sono più il tuo amore vero
Sono il dolce con fondo amaro
Che non mangi più

Ma perchè tu sei un'altra donna
Ma perchè tu non sei più tu
Ma perchè non l'hai detto prima
Chi non ama non sarà amato mai

Che ne hai fatto del nostro bene?
E' diventato un freddo brivido
Le risate, le nostre cene
Scene ormai irrecuperabili


Quando viene la sera
E il ricordo pian piano scompare
La tristezza nel cuore
Apre un vuoto più grande del mare
Più grande del mare

Ma perchè non l'hai detto prima
Chi non ama non sarà amato mai

Io non sono più il tuo pensiero
Non sono più il tuo amore vero
Sono il dolce con fondo amaro
Che non mangi più

[IsiNYC]

Gripped by the fortitude of change, once again I meet an end. How bitter it is.