Ravaya

Diary of Sadness follows Amiya, a quiet teenage girl battling loneliness, heartbreak, and self-doubt in a world that barely notices her. Through raw, emotional diary entries laced with humor, she confesses her secret crush, her struggles with friendship, and the silent wars she fights inside her head — one page at a time.

My Diary of saddness

Okay, so before you judge me, let's get one thing straight: falling for Bryant was not in the plan.At all.

In fact, when I first met him in JSS2, I thought he was annoying. He wouldn't stop tapping his pen on the desk during maths class, and his handwriting looked like a chicken danced on his notebook. But then — out of nowhere — he smiled at me one day, and my entire brain turned to mashed yam.

It's unfair, honestly. How someone can be so clueless and so dangerously fine at the same time.

Bryant isn't like those boys in romance movies. He's not mysterious or brooding. He's just… dumb. Not book-dumb — he's actually pretty smart. But emotionally? That boy has the sense of a block of cement.

Exhibit A:I dropped so many hints that even a blind squirrel could've caught them. I laughed at his dry jokes. Gave him extra pen when his own got missing. Even pretended to like football so we'd have something to talk about.And what did he do?He called me "one of the guys."

I wanted to disappear into the ground, build myself a house there, and never return.

Exhibit B:On Valentine's Day, I gave him a card. Not one of those plain, boring ones. No, this was a glittery, heart-covered masterpiece. Inside, I wrote:

"To someone who makes my heart race faster than Mrs. Ogundipe's cane. Hope your day is as amazing as your smile."

Guess what this idiot said?"Wow, thanks Amiya! You're such a good friend."

A good what? FRIEND?I wanted to scream.But of course, I just smiled like an idiot and nodded.

Exhibit C:Last week, I wore my best hairband — the pink one with tiny pearls — and lip gloss that cost me my lunch money. When I walked past Bryant, flipping my imaginary long hair like a Nollywood diva, he looked straight at me… and asked if I'd seen his missing ruler.

I swear on all my unfinished homework, I almost threw my shoe at him.

You know, sometimes I wonder what life would be like if boys had sense. Or if they came with instruction manuals. Or maybe a flashing sign on their foreheads that says "I like you too" so people like me don't waste their feelings on clueless morons.

But no.Instead, I'm here — writing about a boy who probably doesn't even know my middle name.

And the worst part?Ire knows.She sees it.Every time I look at him. Every time my face lights up like a generator when he walks in.And of course, in classic Ire fashion, she teases me mercilessly.

The other day she said, "You better carry your love and go and rest. That boy will only notice you if you turn into a football or his PlayStation."

But what can I do?Feelings don't listen to sense.If they did, I wouldn't be here confessing to a diary about a boy who probably still thinks I'm one of the guys.

Dear Diary,I'm in love with a clueless idiot.And no, I'm not proud.But since I can't delete my heart, I guess I'll just deal with it.Maybe one day, he'll notice.Or maybe I'll finally get over him and fall in love with someone who actually has sense.Either way, I'll keep you updated.

Love,Your hopeless romantic, Amiya

Chapter 7: My crush is a clueless idiot !!