I remember I used to write on my journal everyday. It's a space for me to pour my heart out, without filtering any thoughts. It's my best listener who won't judge.
I remember I started writing my first diary when I was 9 or 10 years old. Mommy bought a little square hard cover diary for my birthday, if I remember correctly. I started writing everyday about daily happenings. Then I started to grow up, and I write mostly when I'm emo.
Looking back at the journal tells me so much about myself.
How much I've changed. How much I've grown.
I'm not sure if it's for better or worse. Not that I've matured much, but I'm certainly not that naive little girl anymore.
Along the way, I've seen many faces.
Many expressions.
Many characters.
Slowly, I've learned to see.
I've learned to understand.
I've learned to appreciate.
I've learned to let go.
Keeping the sweetest memories close to my heart. It keeps me alive.
It keeps me sane.
But how long will it stay close?
Will it be different?
Will I be the same again?
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