📓Super secrets diary
A personal space for raw thoughts, quiet reflections, and everything I don’t say out loud. These entries are part diary, part emotional release—sometimes messy, sometimes magical, always real. Whether I’m spiraling, celebrating, or just trying to make sense of the day, this is where I write to feel seen. No filters, just feelings
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Happy Birthday Abuela
I can’t believe it’s been eight years without you. Eight years of missing you every single day. Before Izzy and Tia became my lifelines, it was you. You were the one who stood with me through every fight with Mom. You were the one who held me together when Dad…
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💛 A Letter to the Strongest Person I Know: Izzy
Let’s talk about my cousin my favorite pain in the ass the one and only Izzy. If you know her, you already know she’s built different. If you don’t know her, well… let me introduce you to a woman who could probably survive the apocalypse with nothing but Dr.pepper, pure…
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A Letter I’ll Never Send
Dear Sarah, I hate you.I hate how you make me feel.I hate that you never cared about me, never saw me as a sister. I saw you as my older sister—the one with the life I dreamed of. The one who seemed untouchable, radiant, free. And I wanted so badly…
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The Group Chat I Never Wanted
I woke up to my phone blowing up. It was a weekday, around 10ish, and of course I went to look. First thing I see is Izzy (love her, always). Then I see it the group chat I never wanted to be in. The one with Sarah and Cam. I…
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🎄 Growing Into Christmas: How the Holidays Feel Different as an Adult
Last year, I wrote about how Christmas felt heavy. I was sad, overwhelmed, and trying to hold myself together with glitter and gift wrap. I bought presents out of obligation, not joy—worried that if I didn’t, someone would be mad or disappointed. I was deep in my feelings, trying to…
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🌒 Ten Years Without Her: A Reflection on Grief, Growth, and Ghosts
Today marks ten years. Ten years since my mom died.Ten years since I thought my life wasn’t worth living.Ten years since I believed I couldn’t have a life at all. And yet—I’m still here. I’ve lived. I’ve grown. I’ve lost. I’ve found myself. I was a child carrying the weight…