Dear Diary,
And whoever reading this rubbish,
This is my first time writing in a diary, since 10 yrs ago, I guess,
Most of the time, I feel hatred, or anger at this world. Or maybe it's just the people in it, I don't know. But mostly, I keep it locked in my chest. I got no one to share, i got friends but not best friends, I got family, but it's fucked up. Damn, I am not really sure if I really got myself.