Dear Diary...

Yesterday morning, I was rummaging through the things in my room for a bag that I'll be using for my trip to Bohol tomorrow. I opened an old box wherein some of my things from high school are kept.

That is when I found my old diary.

It's such a cliche that I rarely own a Hello Kitty product and there it was... a red Hello Kitty diary complete with a Hello Kitty lock and key. From what I remember, the diary was given to me by an aunt as a grade school graduation gift... I just started using it when I was a sophomore in high school.

Since I have time to spare before leaving for work, I decided to unlock the proverbial journal. It's like a time capsule that was waiting for me to open after all these years. Then, I began to flip through the pages of my past... especifically my high school years. I had to laugh at how sloppy and doodley my handwriting back then. Well, my handwriting was actually good depending on my mood and what kind of pen I use. Well, it seems that I don't have a good pen back then. :P

Honestly, I enjoyed my college life more than my high school years. Back in STC, I was not really in the popular group nor in any other group for that matter. I had friends... I get along with some, if not most of my batchmates... I think I was just a mediocre student then.

While reading my diary, I realized that the entries written there are definitely from my past "me" - someone who is still trying to figure out what I want as a teenager and how to cope up with it... Someone who wants to try/experience something new... Someone who dreams (and keeps on dreaming). I must say, I am really not proud of some of my past experiences but hey, I survived, and it molded me to who I am today.

As I leaf through the pages, I noticed that I wasn't able to consume all the pages in my diary. It is kinda sad that I wasn't able to write more often when I was a senior student. Maybe it was when I became busy... got serious in my studies... who knows? My diary wasn't able to tell much about that time.

With a sigh, I locked my past back in its hiding place. I enjoyed reading it, even for a short time. I would definitely read it again if I find time. After all, I still have the key.