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||What's past is past..



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 the most important thing in my life, consecutively. A couple days back when I read the diary, I was reminded of why we're supposed to get past our past and live in the present. Taking trips to the past can NEVER make you happy. If it was good, you'll be upset about why it isn't that good now and if it wasn't, well there's no mystery why you won't like it.

The worst thing is, I still couldn't bring myself to burn those pages. :)

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