My Diary

Years had past. Memories had forgotten. But then... the feelings are still there.

I open the lights of my unused room for ten years. Nothing had change. The furniture, the curtains and the bed sheets. Its still the same.

No one entered this room because that is what I told.

I entered and memories begun to resurface. This place reminds me of how stupid I am. The sorrow that I felt and the things that I have done.

I stopped infront of my nightstand. Dusts are all over the place but I don't care.

I slowly opened the drawer and there it is. The book that filled with memories with the person whom I first trusted.

I touch the engrave letters on the cover page of the book.

"My Diary"
All my problems, my fears and even my light secrets are all here.

It tells all about me.

And mostly... I hate the person who wrote this. Eventhough how much I wanted to forgive but I can't.

And now...

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