Diary

When I was younger, I wanted to have a diary and write everything that happens in my life in it. I already imagined me writing on my diary about every single day of my life. I imagined having that and then reading everything when grow older and think about how much I’ve changed. One day, I found a really cute diary and bought it. Going home from the mall, I already had an idea of how I would start. My thoughts were running wild about what I would write. When I got home, nothing happened. I didn’t write on it. That happened when I was in elementary, about three years ago. Now, my diary doesn’t have a single word written on it. I never wrote anything on it.

Last Christmas, Jona gave me a diary. This time, I did write on it. I wrote about where I got the diary and everything that happened on the Christmas party. That was the first entry, dated somewhere on December 2008. I promised myself that I would regularly write on the diary. Guess when my next entry was written. It was on December 30, 2009. It was a year after the first entry.

I don’t know why I never feel like writing on it. For so many times that a special event happens, I think about writing it on my diary and end up not doing it. I always say that I would do something and end up not doing it. I don’t know why I’m like that. I don’t like the attitude but it’s the way I am for as long as I could remember. I don’t think it would be easy to change it.