Diary…

 I found my very old diary.

I had never really written one…

I tried… 

It was boring. My thoughts were flowing so much faster… And I felt, writing them down was pushing me back, not forward… 

Reading my old thoughts wasn’t exiting. I already lived that thought through… 


Though, there were very special moments in my life I made a note of. 

I am glad I did, because all this time I believed I earned my thoughts over the years of experience… 

I was wrong… I was always this way… 


VGM




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