Diary's thought

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The writing in this piece is truly distinctive, particularly with its innovative approach of presenting the diary as a character in its own right. This perspective creates a unique narrative voice that feels both intimate and insightful. The diary serves as a confidant, understanding the protagonist’s emotions more deeply than anyone else could. Each entry captures her struggles and triumphs in a way that resonates with the reader, revealing the complexities of her journey.

"The pen is the knife her thoughts are blood and I am the hankerchief and the witness to the wounds. She is an ocean, undiscovered, deep and mystery to not only those around her but also to herself."

The phrase encapsulating the diary's thoughts about its protagonist is a striking highlight of this piece. It beautifully illustrates the evolving relationship between the girl and her diary, showcasing how the diary has become an intimate witness to her life. As days pass, it grows attuned to her emotions, anticipating the deep, unspoken truths she can share with no one else. This connection adds layers of depth to the narrative, allowing readers to feel the weight of her secrets and the solace she finds in writing them down.

Overall, this work is compelling and resonant, skillfully capturing the nuances of personal reflection. Keep up the great work!

Hello hello hello! Welcome to YWS Fallingstar (what a beautiful username). I'm Icy, popping by for a quick review today.

First off I think your imagery here is really strong. The emotions and descriptions you're conveying are really powerful considering how short the piece is. I love that you've personified the diary and how close diary seems to feel to the person writing in it. It's a really interesting thing to have explored and I think would also work just as well if written in poetry rather than prose.

A couple of nit-picks:

and I knew once again I was going to be used as anhandkercheif for her blood

hers is black she bleeds in the form of words and itself , I am her handkercheif.

She always bleed on me.

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm Kate and I'm here to leave a quick review!!

Anyway let's get right to: Kate's Line by Line Reactions;

I saw her, once again she sat down took me in her arms and I knew once again I was going to be used as anhandkercheif for her blood. Slowly, very slowly she unfurls the pages one after another, she saw her blood in every pages. Her blood was different then others, normally blood is red but hers, hers is black she bleeds in the form of words and itself , I am her handkercheif. Every turned page is a master piece She is a tragedy herself. She always bleed on me. My every page is a reflection of her wounds, She has such deep scars, but I am only capable of containing the blurry, faded memories of her wounds.

I have seen people tell her that her creations are wonderful and how easily is able to express her emotions but I, only I have seen those empty pages that depicts the mess in her mind. Her holding the pen wanting to write, so much but isn't able too cause she is lost in her mess, her Mind's mess. The pen is the knife her thoughts are blood and I am the hankerchief and the witness to the wounds. She is an ocean, undiscovered, deep and mystery to not only those around her but also to herself.

I don't think I will ever be able to hold the ocean. I will always hold the figments of ocean... the memories....