i've decided to keep this just as an entry itself. i'm packing my cupboards and i came across so many letters and diary notes and what have you. memories are strong and good. the past wasnt the best. i mean i had beautiful memories but there was also that tiny part of the past that was painful. However tough it was, it is my life and i as i look back, i remember the beautiful friends that stood by me or vice versa. The friends that were part of the past with me previously. We went through it and came out fine. Today, we are enjoying life just like everyone else.
i am reading the past diaries and letters like a story book that is really really really categorized under the non fiction area. life's real this way, we all have a past and its the foundation of us today. i shall just lie on my bed today and read away...... more later.
i'm not gonna stand here and wait.
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