When I was younger, I could always spend
so much time just writing and drawing away
on my pretty little diary. I must say, I was,
and still am, a very introvert child. xD

When I got into secondary school,
I got a lot more playful after the first
quiet year, and my diary evolved to
endless postcards. I wrote to a few close friends
on a daily basis, and on every card, I was able to
write something different with some personal touch.
I must say I really miss the me at that time.

As I grew older, my love for writing never fade.
But the people who appreciate it and actually reply
were not as many as it used to. (In fact there was only one.)
It was really depressing that the amount of writing I do decreased.
Maybe partly because I started writing on my blog too.

Putting thoughts and feelings into words is really
a good way to keep my mind organised.
It keeps me on track and makes sure I dont get too lost.
Even at times when I do get lost,
it can always help me find the way.

For every step I take is a part of my story,
and I have my pen in hand, writing away.