Wednesday, April 05, 2006
I found my diarys.Amazingly i actually wrote enough to cover five books.How long have i being writing in them i don't know.Reading bits and pieces of them certainly brings back memories.I don't think i could ever write like that again.The things i write,the things i paste inside to preserve my past,the pictures that i draw and the name i gave to my diary.I realise i've grown up really.And as you grow up you'll lose a bit of this and that in the process but gaining feelings or pespective in a sort of different light.But i could really release myself and my emotions without any ounce of secrecy or shame.Maybe i should continue to write in there.Maybe i really should.........I write about how much i dislike my friends,the guys,my family members,my dreams,my fantasy,my daily boring life,my feelings about issues and pure randomness.
I am glad i did so because someday when i get really old i'll still be able to remember my past in the most beautiful and precise way.
Y 2:22 AM