Bella’s Journal

07/29/2025

I guess my heart never learns
No use in finding the words
If you're never here when it hurts
All your mistakes, I don't to want to make
I deserve the truth, but you lie
I don't know why I'm so surprised
No matter how hard I try
I'm just a joke, waiting for the punchline.

—You ever hear a line and just sit there like
‘how did they write what I couldn’t say?’
Yeah. That.

07/28/2025

You always had that energy,the life of the party, the loudest laugh in the room. I’m probably going to miss every moment we shared, especially those random karaoke nights that turned into core memories.You’re one of the warmest souls I’ve ever met. Thank you for being part of my life, even if just for a chapter.This isn’t goodbye, just a “see you soon.”We’ll meet again, I know we will.

07/28/2025

07/28/2025

“They said, ‘You don’t post pictures anymore.’”

I don’t know, do you feel that too?

The older you get, the less you care about uploading everything.
No more pressure to prove you’re having fun, to show every highlight.

Now that I’m in my late 20s,
peace > attention.
I still take photos, but mostly just for myself.
I don’t feel the need to constantly share anymore.

Anyone else growing out of that phase too?

07/28/2025

Right now, my life feels like July.
Not the rush of beginnings like June, not the slow ending of August. Just right here, in the middle of everything.

In 3 days, it’s August. My birth month.
Seven months gone, just like that.

I’ve been moving through time without noticing how far I’ve come. It’s strange how we wait for life to change, not realizing we’re already living the part we’ll miss.

I’m savoring summer while it lasts.
Because I know the moment it gets cold again, I’ll be craving these days; the sun, the heat, even the slow afternoons.

How’s your summer been?
Are you where you thought you’d be?

07/28/2025

Don’t call me lucky
when I’ve been grinding while you’re asleep.

You see the outcome, not the process.
You don’t see the 3-hour sleeps, the skipped meals, the nights I almost gave up.
You don’t see the stress I hide behind a calm face, or the days I keep pushing with nothing left in me.

This isn’t luck. It’s work.
It’s staying consistent when no one’s clapping. It’s sacrificing comfort for progress.

So no, I’m not lucky.
I worked for this.
I earned this.

—Bella

07/27/2025

Maybe this is the point of life: being present. Still handling your responsibilities, still working, but learning to slow down and actually live in the moment.I tend to overthink. I feel like I need to be productive all the time, especially since I’m not just earning for myself, but also for my parents: to give them the life they deserve.Maybe it’s okay to find beauty in the small, ordinary things. I don’t know, maybe I’m just an old soul; someone who finds peace in slow days, in romanticizing moments others would ignore.

07/27/2025

You can choose the kind of woman you want to be and become her.

I remember being 20 and feeling confused until I sat down and fully envisioned the version of myself that I wanted to be. I made lists describing everything, from habits and passions to character traits and physical appearance. And it worked.

— Rilkean Heart & sarina
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07/27/2025

You know the Chinese bamboo
For five years, nothing seems to happen.
No growth, no progress. It looks like the seed isn’t working. But underground, it’s growing roots, deep and strong, building a solid foundation.

Then in the sixth year, it shoots up to 90 feet in just a few weeks.

That’s how life works sometimes.
You think nothing’s happening.
You feel stuck, falling behind.

But maybe you’re just in the rooting phase. Quietly getting stronger. You’re just
getting ready for your own breakthrough.

—Bella
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07/27/2025

Cutting someone off doesn’t always mean you hate them. Sometimes you just need to step back to protect your own peace and maybe theirs too. It’s hard and it hurts, but sometimes that space is what you really need to feel okay again.

07/27/2025

The kitchen is a different vibes after close. Thirty minutes ago, it was loud: orders flying, flames up, pans crashing, people swearing like it’s a second language.
Now? Just the hum of the fridge and tired silence.

It’s a love-hate thing. You burn, you sweat, you smell like grease and garlic and stress. You push through 50-degree heat with barely a breath to spare.

It’s not just the food. It’s the people. The random mix of personalities that somehow become your crew. People you barely knew that start to matter more than some friends you’ve had for years.

The kitchen breaks you, then builds you again. It’s pressure, adrenaline, laughs in the middle of chaos. It’s messing up, then fixing it fast. It’s yelling at each other, then grabbing a drink together after shift.

I’ve thought about leaving more than once. But every time, I second guess it. Maybe because, for better or worse, this became home.

—Bella
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07/27/2025

There are people who notice when you’re not okay, even if you don’t say anything. They feel it when your mood changes, when you start pulling back a bit. They don’t make a big deal out of it, they just stay close in their own way. The people who notice your silence are often the ones who care the most.