I was cleaning out my cupboard just now.Figured i needed to do something about the overflowing stuffs inside, and update my picture frame. Stubled upon old diaries ive kept. I told myself before that, it would be a good idea to keep if ever i'd suffer from amnesia.but..after reading what's written in these diaries, i had to tear it up page by page ,into the littlest pieces ever, and throw them out.
Cos, one: this is where the past comes from, eventhough i thought i had let go of,but i felt like 'this' needed a proper goodbye. So i got rid of all of it. Never felt much more satisfied that this. GONE! NO MORE!
Also stumbled on poems ive written during my angsty years before. Never realised i did have a passion for it. I rarely write these days. It's like..a forgotten part of me! But i remembered how it made me feel. It was..euphoric. Fantastic! i kept them, again.. reminded myself to read them if i ever need something to cheer me up.
Can't wait for xmas. How many times have i said that??
xoxo
zimzim
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