I was cleaning and packing my books when I found my old journal. The last entry was on July 2014. Apparently, I unintentionally stopped writing in the journal after starting this blog.
It was not a long journal. It started around later half of 2010 when I first came here. I rarely wrote, there weren’t many entries (even this blog has more posts lol).
But reading the journal made me teared up a little. I can see a young lady longed for the love that will never be. The courage, the emails, the shattered hope. The loneliness, the moments, the 3 minutes 3 seconds call. The bitter dreams.
If I would sum up the journal in a word, it will be bittersweet.