February 11, 2015 | February 11, 2015 | 0 comment(s)
Well I read my own diary recently (It was updated only twice or three times I think lulz). And I laughed at myself. I laughed at how I was so
But you know what, at least I have something to laugh at
That's when I regret for not writing more. I really really really love the feeling of reading back what I wrote. It's because of the memories, and the feeling of being able to indulge into it. (Why do I sound emotional, seriously)
That's actually the reason I update my blog again HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (-_-) It's been ages since it was last updated. I went through all my older posts and realised how lame I was
I regret deleting all my older posts, all my previous blogs. (This is like my fifth blog if I'm not mistaken lulz) Because I have lost parts of me. No matter how embarrassing, pointless and lame they are, they are still parts of me that deserved to be treasured. Deleting them is just the same as deleting the chance of reminiscing those good times again.
Write. You won't regret :)