Dear Diary...
... how have you been dealing with the decade of neglect? I think we all feel neglected by life sometimes... there are times when you think - this could be so good right now, if only it were steadfast long enough for me to soak it in, to wallow in it for just that little while longer... and then, life being that ironic thing that it is, slips from your grasp, and exposes those moments of wonderousness for the fleeting, frivalous peaks that they really are. If only the rest of my story could be like that.
Dear diary, I don't cope well with change. Especially if said change betrays everything that I hold so dear and close. They say old age is a scourge, I'd say that the scourge isn't bound by age. Perhaps I'll wake up, and everything would be back as it were - let's rewind half a decade shall we? Things were good then, well, better - but alas, if only I were that niave. Dear Diary, life leads of through these whirlpools, typhoons and tsunamis of feelings - my greatest fear is that I'll one day end up feeling nothing at all. If there's a worse feeling than despair, it could perhaps be numbness...
...until next decade diary.
Dear diary, I don't cope well with change. Especially if said change betrays everything that I hold so dear and close. They say old age is a scourge, I'd say that the scourge isn't bound by age. Perhaps I'll wake up, and everything would be back as it were - let's rewind half a decade shall we? Things were good then, well, better - but alas, if only I were that niave. Dear Diary, life leads of through these whirlpools, typhoons and tsunamis of feelings - my greatest fear is that I'll one day end up feeling nothing at all. If there's a worse feeling than despair, it could perhaps be numbness...
...until next decade diary.