Dear Diary,
Yesterday, I worked pretty hard—fully focused. It felt like a day well spent. But I do wish I could have done just a little more so that I wouldn't have missed studying any subjects. Still, it was worth it.
It’s been almost half a year since I started trying to improve myself, holding on with just a tiny root of hope—mostly thanks to the support from my family. Without them, I might’ve already given up.
My brother has helped me a lot. I’m the kind of person who doesn’t always understand things from teachers but learns better from close friends. My brother is more than a teacher to me—more than even a guardian.
At one point, I felt like a dying plant, with just one little root still clinging to the ground. That root is my family.
Over these past six months, I’ve seen a lot of changes in myself. There were moments I felt like I was wasting time, but I’m still here, still going.
I need to work harder—and smarter—if I want to succeed. Well, let’s see how this journey of open journaling goes.
I used to hide my diary when I was a kid, but now look at me—sharing it on a public platform, hoping others will read it. A lot has changed in these past 10 years. Actually, I always dreamed of publishing my writing, even as a child. I used to imagine myself becoming a writer like J.K. Rowling. Of course, I can’t compare myself to her—she gave us Harry Potter. Thanks to her, we had a magical escape from reality. That world helped me deal with boredom and stress. It was truly admirable.
I can’t even count how many times I’ve watched the Harry Potter series. I grew up with it. I didn’t have the books back then, but I made sure to watch the movies every year. It’s become a habit now. That’s probably the only series I can rewatch endlessly without getting bored.
I always end up going off-topic…
Back then, I used to make up my own stories and try to memorize them, dreaming of writing something as big as Harry Potter. I should’ve written them down. I had so much imagination—especially during class! Sometimes, my daydreams were more exciting than any movie or series. (I think I am little too much about myself being so talented, sorry for lying though).
When I went too long without watching anything, I’d start getting dreams on unique stories.
I’ve grown up watching a lot of movies and reading novels—mostly mysteries, fantasy, and adventure. Meanwhile, my bench-mate was always reading love stories. I was so determined not to fall in love early, so I avoided love stories, romantic movies, and songs—or just treated them like a joke.
I remember reading my first love story thinking it was a life lesson book, judging by the title. I was about 14 or 16. It was written in such simple words—clearly meant to hook young readers. After reading three love stories in three years, I decided to stay away again.
Instead, I read Roald Dahl—his books were magical. I read them years before I ever watched their movie versions. Watching them later, comparing the imagined characters in my mind with the real ones, was exciting… though sometimes disappointing.
Anyway, that’s enough childhood memory talk for today. I need to go study.
Just a reminder to myself: I'm a university student now. I need to focus on projects, assignments, and all the other grown-up stuff.
Thank you, dear diary, for your patience.
And to the reader—if you’re here, I’d love to read your diary entries too.
Take care, bye-bye.
See you soon. 🌱✨