Diary

Since primary school, i took up a habit of writing diaries, regardless whether is it just about my daily events, rants or just personal thoughts. Whenever talking t someone, blogging or listening to music fails to make me feel any better, i write. it generates my thoughts& most of the time after i write, i feel better. like a big rock off my heart. or whatever it is to describe that feeling.

Diary is smth really personal to me& that it makes me vulnerable if someone were t read it. &yes, someone did read it. except for my mum who secretly read some of the pages, my dearest boyf convinced me t let him do so after my resistance and firm 'NO's. Ohwell& when he started reading it out to me, it felt like everything starts to replay on its own. i couldn't help but to cry. Yes, cry not tear.& that actually lasted for a couple of hours. Thats how powerful past memories actually are&all the emotions i've expressed there.

Well, i did tried to stop writing for the past few months but seems like my heart kept pushing me t get one diary& now, here it is. haha. Ever since i started see-ing diary as something significant, i find it hard to just take any book i find lying around&write. it would have to be something i like. haha.

Gonna continue this interest of mine(: down the road, i'm going to look back& smile at all these silly memories.

Ciaos!