https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/08/17/when-art-and-reality-collide/Dear diary + Helpen2026-08-17T08:43:47+00:00when art and reality collidehttps://dear-diaries.blog/2026/08/17/rip-hayden/Dear diary + Helpen2026-08-17T08:43:05+00:00RIP Hayden..:(https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/08/17/so-there-are-warnings-and-warners-and-i-dont-know-who-is-who-most-days-all-i-can-keep-thinking-of-is-i-am-58-why-are-they-still-doing-this-to-me-how-can-i-be-that-much-of-a-threat-by-wanti/Dear diary + Helpen2026-08-17T08:01:58+00:00So there are warnings and warners and I don’t know who is who most days. All I can keep thinking of is I am 58..why are they still doing this to me? How can I be that much of a threat by wanting to be left alone. Why do people do so much damage? Why is their art so much more important than our lives?https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/08/16/i-am-sorry-i-have-been-difficult-i-am-sorry-i-have-loved-all-of-the-wrong-actors-it-doesnt-mean-the-people-i-have-not-connected-with-were-unlovable-just-as-i-am-not-unloveable-when-you-wer/Dear diary + Helpen2026-08-16T23:58:39+00:00I am sorry I have been difficult. I am sorry I have loved all of the wrong actors. It doesn’t mean the people I have not connected with were unlovable, just as I am not unloveable when you were pretending I was someone else (how convenient). It just means it was not a match. I am sorry my pride gets in the way of being real most days. I am sorry my sharp tongue hurts you when I am defending myself. Basically to sum up my personality…I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I am not sorry. Even when it kills me.https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/08/16/loving-people-even-people-i-wasnt-supposed-to-love-messed-up-everything/Dear diary + Helpen2026-08-16T23:12:52+00:00Loving people, even people I wasn’t supposed to love, messed up EVERYTHING.https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/08/16/sometimes-it-is-not-all-about-lovers-sometimes-it-is-sometimes-i-miss-friends-too-oh-well-i-cant-go-back-or-change-the-past-all-we-can-do-is-go-forward/Dear diary + Helpen2026-08-16T23:11:17+00:00sometimes it is not all about lovers. Sometimes it is. Sometimes I miss friends too. Oh well. I can’t go back or change the past. All we can do is go forward. https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/08/16/people-i-wish-i-still-could-reach-out-to-and-say-hi-but-they-are-gone-gone-gone/Dear diary + Helpen2026-08-16T22:48:28+00:00People I wish I still could reach out to and say hi. But they are gone, gone, gone.