Saturday, March 26, 2016

Dear diary

Growing up, I had a diary. It had various names, largely influenced by the books I was reading at that point of my life. When in college, I discovered that you can make friends you can confide in and that they were better than a diary, which a very sneaky and determined sister can read.
Today, while waiting for our flight, I wanted to write something. As in, using a pen and paper. Don't ask me to rationalize my behavior for I very well can't. So I went to this cross word and got myself a journal and a pen. I've written quite a few things in it and I love this feeling of inking my emotions.

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