This trip home has been good, great even. There were some things I wanted to do which I couldn't, but apart from that it was an actual let's say, homecoming. I did do one thing I'm still regretting - went through my old diary. And I'm stuck wondering why didn't I burn or tear the pages of that one like I used to do with almost every diary of mine. Like many others, I have this excitement at the begin writing a new journal every year. This excitement lasts, at max for a month. After a month, there're just random notes and day entries. After around August, I generally lose interest and stop writing. Its an annual routine, and I'm not too proud of it. So enough about my writing habits, this diary I read was about the time I was in Senior School and I always refrain from going back and thinking about that time. Its not that it was too unpleasant, those two years were a bittersweet combination of hell and heaven for me. In those two years I gained and lost ...
A fresh start at writing. Yes, again! Thanks to my procrastinating skills. Although, I am sure, this will be more spontaneous than my last effort, considering I scribble a lot these days. Comparatively! :P