First Entry - Introduction in Unclassified

Ah, Prosebox. Thank you for having us Open Diary remnants. It's been days, but better late than never.

I've written a couple of entries in OD before. Most of them written like a short novel injected with rants, dark humor, and unnecessary side comments. When I read my stuff, sometimes I wonder if I really wrote them. Mainly because over the years, I keep losing my inner kid, my spontaneity, my spark. I want those back. So I write, because I easily forget. I need a reminder that I was once this. Re-reading is like hitting the reset button, and that's just what I need when life feels like a crazy rollercoaster ride.

...Too bad that I did not have the chance to get a copy of my writings. I could've compiled them and sold a book or something. Kidding.

I had this one friend at OD. It seemed like she enjoyed the stuff I wrote. I still don't know her in real life - we kept our anonymity. It's possible that I may never find her again on the net, unless OD becomes available again. She was like my personal audience. Even though she was the only one, there is a certain kind of comfort I get from knowing that another human reads my musings. It didn't matter if she sympathized or not. She made the effort of reading, and I think that's something. And why she did, will perhaps remain a mystery to me forever.

I don't know how her voice sounds like, nor how she looks. But I miss her somehow.

I hope Prosebox will save my sanity again like OD did. It just feels so good to write things you usually don't talk about. I dislike ranting to people because I think that they should not be burdened with my problems. And it's not like they can help. It's difficult to find someone that you can trust when you're vulnerable; to count on when you're at your worst.

Please be kind to me, Prosebox. In return, let me shower you with my rants, ranging from "ugh, I'm so hungry" to "I can't take up Medicine because my family is too poor and blah blah blah." Ciao.