Its was like amnesia when I lost my loved and cared-for diary. It was like losing your most kept treasures and like most of them would not come back, since human mind cannot ramind us of each special memory we had. I really had that notebook for me to have an outlet since internet access in college a lot more expensive than before.

I didn’t cry, of course! It is just that it was really hard for me to think that I’ve lost something important. A thing I’ve tried to make as mine, to make it as my only own. And now I’m worried that some would read that thing. I am a lot transparent when it comes to writing and telling stories in that plain notebook than on this blog, I admit.

Huh.