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Diary of an emo girl

So I managed to watch the movie - Diary of a wimpy kid. I gotta admit I love movie or show with those narration - sorta story teller thing.

Some friend used to call my blog as the most expressive blog he ever read. I thought he meant I was being too emo.

So back to the movie, browsed those books at the store couple of times, never bought one - lucky got the chance to watch it tonite. I had diary since I was 11. Mom didn't buy it for me, I asked them. My late sister got her journal so she could keep track of her insulin injection - and she wrote something personal too - I know cuz I read it.

So I asked my mom to give me one and she handed me some corporate journal she got it for free. And I began to write ' Dear Diary'..

I almost wanted to end this blog yesterday. Don't ask me why, I'm just sick of people who free enough to read my blog but too busy to even say Hi to me. But in the end, I guess its caring enough to read my blog. I don't know, sometimes I always this nice to settle for minimum satisfaction. Even though I know, I could get more.

And since yesterday was 20-11-2011 I thought of something meaningful to do but I just can't let it go. I never blog to anyone. I write for myself. In my very sincere writing I never write for people to read it. Well.

I know I regret that I delete the blog that I have like since 2001 ago. ( If not you can read the posts that my man published it :). Although there were lies )
Its part of my history. So I got my 2nd chapter - never know back to the same man.

That is no regret.

... And the blog will stay.


xoxo
Amylia



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