Rolling Journey

I just sent a letter to the Future me and it will be delivered to my Gmail after 5 years from now. So, if you’re reading this because you’re bored or anything, stop by at I will try sending loads of letters to the future me again, because I am vain like that. I hope that I’m still alive when those letters come knocking at my inbox. But right now, I am writing on the behalf of my deleted old journal because my friends made me do it. They discovered my old journal and I don’t want them to find out that I’m a sad person. Knowing their attitudes, they’ll gonna laugh at me for the rest of my college years. So I hope no one I know reads this. The rest of my entries are gonna be emotional, I know. Sometimes I wonder how my brain could handle all the thoughts circling around my head, so I am thankful to found a journal I can lean on.

For the old journal I deleted, I’m sorry because they didn’t give me a choice. It’s either they humiliate me for the rest of my life or living my life at peace, so, I chose which would conceal my insecurities at ease. I honestly feel sad because that journal means a lot. Also, because of the person who gave me the urge to start putting my suppressed feelings to it. There’s nothing that I can do now, so I just need to move on and be comfortable to my new username, which by the way means – a sprouting dandelion. I don’t know why I chose dandelion among millions of flowers, but I love the sound of it. This is the start of the journey I once disabled. Let’s see what happens next.

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