The 12:29 a.m. 2025 entry has haunted me. It resonated so deeply, thank you. It felt like the personification of that incessant attachment one can never quite shake from their mother, no matter how hard they try. The lines, “she’ll attempt to slice off the devotee clinging to her skin, a parasite sucking out her blood, a tree’s root needing her tears to reach the sun,” especially stayed with me. And then, the way you circled back to ceaseless devotion despite all the damage, absolutely beautiful.
Sakshi this was lethal and every diary entry was something which came out as the flow of consciousness penned down without a pause, absolutely loved the yellow and blue one and the madwoman one🫶🏻
I was thinking how had i been so happy and I realized you did not post for a while🤣
OH SAKSHI I WANNA HACK YOUR NOTES APP !!!! no genuinely this was so beautiful i'm definitely coming for a reread!! also i still havent digested the fact that youre seventeen, i literally kept calculating your age according to the years and oh girl you've always been a natural with words 💗💗
awww thankyouu soo muchh sarah, well although I wrote all this year only, the year stamps was what I was feeling during that particular year kinda, but thankyou so much for reading 💗💗💗
My goodness sakshi. this was such a painfully intense read. As I moved forward, I could physically feel a tight knot forming in my chest. It was deeply unsettling in a haunting way but that’s exactly what I love love love about your writing. You have such a powerful way of playing with words my loveee 💖💋
Beautiful. Reminds me of Dept of speculation by Jenny offill.
"My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him."
The time stamps make this feel like fragments of a life stitched together in the dark, and the imagery is relentless in a way that’s hard to look away from. There’s such intensity in how you write about hunger, fire, devotion, and retreat, like every feeling has to take up its full space. The line about promising to return as sunshine carries a fragile kind of hope that lingers after the heaviness. Your voice is unapologetically visceral, and that kind of writing takes courage. I’m curious to see how this evolves as you keep moving through these versions of yourself.
Thankyou so much for reading and your kind words, i really loved your descriptions, and appreciate how you noticed the depth and what I was trying to convey, the feeling taking space part touched me, this is perhaps the first time someone has given me such mirrored feedback, Im really grateful, thankyou so much ma'am ❤️
i love the time stamps and hate the author 💗💗💗
I love the comment and hate the reader 💗💗💗
The 12:29 a.m. 2025 entry has haunted me. It resonated so deeply, thank you. It felt like the personification of that incessant attachment one can never quite shake from their mother, no matter how hard they try. The lines, “she’ll attempt to slice off the devotee clinging to her skin, a parasite sucking out her blood, a tree’s root needing her tears to reach the sun,” especially stayed with me. And then, the way you circled back to ceaseless devotion despite all the damage, absolutely beautiful.
Thankyouu soo much for reading, and wow i lovee love your description so much, I'm glad it meant something to you, thankyou again 💗💗
Sakshi this was lethal and every diary entry was something which came out as the flow of consciousness penned down without a pause, absolutely loved the yellow and blue one and the madwoman one🫶🏻
I was thinking how had i been so happy and I realized you did not post for a while🤣
thankyouuu so much ayush, so glad you liked it, and it's my evil plan to steal everybody's happiness with my posts ahaha 😈💗💗
OH SAKSHI I WANNA HACK YOUR NOTES APP !!!! no genuinely this was so beautiful i'm definitely coming for a reread!! also i still havent digested the fact that youre seventeen, i literally kept calculating your age according to the years and oh girl you've always been a natural with words 💗💗
awww thankyouu soo muchh sarah, well although I wrote all this year only, the year stamps was what I was feeling during that particular year kinda, but thankyou so much for reading 💗💗💗
oh i see i see
damn woman just eat my heart atp
👩❤️💋👨
I want to see your notes app so bad hahahaha
I'll show youu ehehe 😚
This was brilliant. Here's a little kiss on the forehead. Im so proud of you babe.
I'll cry 🥺💗💗
My goodness sakshi. this was such a painfully intense read. As I moved forward, I could physically feel a tight knot forming in my chest. It was deeply unsettling in a haunting way but that’s exactly what I love love love about your writing. You have such a powerful way of playing with words my loveee 💖💋
and i love love love your feedbacks so much, thankyouu so much sweetheart lyy 💗💗
Beautiful. Reminds me of Dept of speculation by Jenny offill.
"My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him."
thankyou so much for reading 🫶🏻
The time stamps make this feel like fragments of a life stitched together in the dark, and the imagery is relentless in a way that’s hard to look away from. There’s such intensity in how you write about hunger, fire, devotion, and retreat, like every feeling has to take up its full space. The line about promising to return as sunshine carries a fragile kind of hope that lingers after the heaviness. Your voice is unapologetically visceral, and that kind of writing takes courage. I’m curious to see how this evolves as you keep moving through these versions of yourself.
Thankyou so much for reading and your kind words, i really loved your descriptions, and appreciate how you noticed the depth and what I was trying to convey, the feeling taking space part touched me, this is perhaps the first time someone has given me such mirrored feedback, Im really grateful, thankyou so much ma'am ❤️