Diary

Was cleaning out my closet earlier, and, just noticed those notebooks that look so familiar to me. Yeah right. My diarIES. Eversince elementary, i've been confiding on my handy-dandy until sophomore year in college, I guess. What made me stop? Blogging. Kidding. Truth? I cant even remember. But, i would want to continue writing on my diary again. Its just that, im busy nowadays. really now? Usually whenever Im tired but too eager to write/express myself, its easier to just type things down. everythings just so clean and perfectly written. BUt maybe, what im missing writing on my diary is the feeling. You know,i kinda remember the feelings just seeing how i wrote some of my thoughts in it. Whether Im angry, happy, excited or heart-broken, i can definitely see immediately through my penmanship.

So, tried scanning my old diary. Tried checking what the finder might know if that someone takes a peek. *blush* my scholastic disappointment, my almost-suicidal attempt due to THAT disappointment, success, fame, rigid trainings, and most part of it? Matters of the heart. Sheeesh. That was so like me, during elementary till high school to early college years. I would definitely melt once someone reads this. But yeah, why did i stopped?

1. People in the house are more keen now. I mean, under the bed? my closet? my bookshelf? Nah, they'll know where it is. They clean the house almost everyday.

2. I lost interest. BUt im still blogging, right?

3. I changed. Yeah. that's it. I changed. a lot. and maybe a lot of things already changed too. I probably judged it as something not worthy of my writing effort anymore, but maybe, someday, i'll get it again.

I'll let you know once im back at the track. but for the meantime, i guess i need to find a safer place for my old diaries.