May 15, 2003.

beginnings of writings.

i never had a paper journal.

i didn't start keeping an online journal because i was depressed. i started it out of spite, then i continued to keep it because i realised my life had, at some point, become fascinating - to me. for a while, i was happy with my life.

i wrote the story my life became. my writings were not whiny, or trivial. they were something. something special.

those were the days when i did not spend hours on end in front of my computer, throwing umbrellas at chickens for so long until eventually they start to ressemble potatoes.

no. i miss those days.

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