Wednesday, July 1
you still have a place, here.
Today I read my old diaries. Four of them. I had many dreams as a child. And my diary entries were mostly about how I couldnt wait for vacations, how I hated my friends so much for being hypocrites back then in primary school, how I loved art lessons, how badly I did for my science tests and how excited I felt when hari raya was nearing. Fast forward and now, Im already seventeen?
Oh and then there is another book, which I havent touched for some time. The book I used to write poems about Baqir. I know I shouldnt be mentioning names but what the heck. I guess God has different plans lined up for two of us.
Good day readers.