While I was cleaning my room, I came across a box that contains my journals way back high school. I buried this from the back of the closet as I buried those memories with it. 

I went down the memory lane, and there was this little pain striking me while flipping the pages. Maybe because I wasn’t a typical teen; I was bullied, I was a fool for love, was depressed, I was hurt. A friend (myrilmae007) told me, remembering the past has two sides. Which is true! You can either be happy or sad/hurt about it. And so after a few flips, I decided to burn them all. It was relieving actually, I felt happy leaving all those painful memories behind. And I said to myself i’m gonna start a new, a happy one. I realised albeit there were days that I felt weak, but actually I’m strong. Well, I’m still writing this and i’m still able to get up from bed every day. And I guess that’s just what life is, it gets shitty, it’s just seeing things in the brighter side of life and how to handle those shittyness with maturity and grace. I’m still far from what I aspire to be, but at least I’m seeing hope and happiness in little things.