Diary of a Coffee Shop Girl

1. Writing Between Sips

September 26th, 2:17 p.m. — iced brown sugar shaken espresso, laptop open, thoughts scattered.

Writing feels like therapy I can’t afford. It’s where I lay my chaos down and hope it turns into something meaningful.

Sometimes the words flow effortlessly — other times they hide behind the hum of the espresso machine, waiting for me to be brave enough to find them.

Today I’m learning that inspiration doesn’t always strike — sometimes it whispers. You just have to be quiet enough to hear it.

2. Studying in a Coffee Shop Feels Like Therapy

September 28th, 4:09 p.m. — half-empty latte, earbuds in, textbooks sprawled out.

There’s something grounding about studying in a place filled with quiet chaos — the clinking of cups, the steady hum of conversation, the low buzz of productivity.

I don’t know if it’s the caffeine or the company of strangers, but somehow it feels easier to focus when life is happening around me.

Maybe therapy looks like this sometimes — a calm corner, a sense of belonging, and a reminder that I’m doing my best.

3. Deadlines and Daydreams

October 1st, 10:34 a.m. — caramel macchiato, sunlight through blinds, Google Docs blinking back at me.

College has this way of making you feel like you should always be doing more.

There’s always another paper, another email, another something.

But between the deadlines, I catch myself daydreaming — about the kind of writer I want to become, the kind of life I want to live.

Maybe productivity isn’t the opposite of peace — maybe it’s just balance, learning to create and breathe at the same time.

4. Majoring in Mass Communications (and Myself)

October 5th, 12:41 p.m. — chai latte, group project messages buzzing, notebook half-filled with ideas.

Studying journalism has taught me to look closer — at people, at stories, at myself.

Every lesson about communication becomes a mirror, showing me where I speak too softly or not at all.

I want to tell stories that matter. The kind that linger. The kind that make people feel seen.

Maybe I’m not just majoring in Mass Communications — maybe I’m majoring in self-expression, in truth, in the courage to be understood.

5. Caffeine and Confidence

October 9th, 11:03 a.m. — vanilla latte, blazer on, to-do list open.

There’s something about coffee that makes me feel unstoppable — like liquid courage in a cup.

I sip, I type, I remind myself that I belong here — in this degree, this moment, this version of myself that’s still learning to take up space.

Confidence doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it just quietly orders another round and gets back to work.