Its finally the past that i can let goI was reading my previous diary, and i realised how much i have changed. I cant believe i actually went through that kind of phase in my life. The words doesnt seem to be written by me, and the whole diary is filled with strange poetry i dont understand anymore. The prose seems foreign, and the feelings in it old, and childish. Apparently, when you are so love sick, you tend to write stuff about..well, love i guess. But until now, i havent met anybody that made me feel like that so maybe that is the reason why my poetry kinda dwindled down. Actually, maybe i did, but wait, nay, i dont think so.Anybody who wishes to check my old self, you are entitled to at this link. Black.White.Hurt Some entries are hidden, but if you really want to read, which i doubt any of you will, just ask me. Its free for all. I have another private diary, but its not yet time to let it go yet. Justin ranted at 4:10:00 am on the |