Just another entry..

Had been typing quite alot in front of the pc for the past hour.
In the middle of typing..
I stopped, and immensely deep in thoughts..
Suddenly snapped myself out of it, and yah.. decided not to continue with that entry.


Yesterday, I took out my diary, and started writing in it again.
This diary kept many of my emotions..
And there was this one entry about hatred..
It's like, it reached the peak of all things, when I felt this negative strongly.. Hatred..
It's a painful word..

Hadn't read through from the first page..
It is probably the one and only that said about hatred...
The rest were often written in tears and sorrow, confusions..
Painful book.
It recorded my memories.... happy ones..

Tired. Tired of hearing things that many eyes were seeing..
Tired of knowing that privacy is like some impossible things..
Dumbstruck is what I felt.. Even when writing or typing..


Being someone who isn't very excellent in communication..
I hope I could have books and books of diaries shared with the significant other...
Where trains of thoughts, and words of loves and sweet-nothings are penned..
In times of anger, sorrow, happiness, diaries had records of all..
When time passes..
Even when memory degrades..
We can still recall of the past, by reading through..
And be reminded of all the sweet things we did..
And laughed over the stupidest things we argued..
Memories.. all to be remembered by just the two..


Well.. this is probably something I should wish for this Christmas..

Labels: Love, Wishes