this is something from my old journal as i've been re-reading it for these past few days.
11.40 p.m,31st October 2001,
there's a day or moment when i don't know how i feel about life.i was standing cluelessly in front of the bathroom door.i don't know how i feel.i feel. sad for not being a rich man's daughter? happy to be in a middle class working family? sad because i'm not allowed to do things-i'm-not-s'pose-to do- but-i-feel-happy-doing it? angry because i'm in love with a boy who doesn't love me back? confuse, i really don't know.there's a time when i feel empty.sort of like,lonely.misery.i feel blank. i feel like i don't have anyone in this world. there's a time when i feel so happy, so fresh and so alive and there's a time when i feel sad,so down, so low. maybe this is a phase of life.
i was 14.fourteen.and yes, that WAS growing pain, in text form for ya.maybe that is why i was never really a rebel and i never smoke as a teen.
because i wrote it all down.
I'm back?
7 years ago
3 comments:
eh saya cinta je awak.muahs.
i wrote my memories all down, but still i did too many stupid things.
and recently i learnt that some of my floormate (i used to live in a boarding school) did sneaked into my locker to read my diary.
i guess that's why i messed up - bcoz my fren read what i wrote (haha... good excuse kan?)
but still, writing a diary is one of the best medication for our heart...
amirsy: saya cinta awak juga.
nama saya mel : actually, i did many stupid things too.hehe.but have to agree, writing a diary eased my young soul.eceh.
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