Next month I’m going to move to a new house, so I’m organizing all my things, putting them on boxes and throwing away that kind of things which I know I’m not going to use any more.
Last week I was in the attic separating some books, when I suddenly found my old diary. It has been ages since I last saw it; as I’m always moving from one house to another I thought I had lost it many years ago. I immediately sit down and started to read it. I found funny anecdotes and some others that made me cry, but although this I felt very pleased because I had some minutes to come back to my childhood.
It was funny to read a page where I wrote that I had many problems, too many things to think of in a short period of time, and a big confusion in my mind….I didn’t know that life would be harder than it used to be in that moment.
Having found my diary has brought me back many memories and feelings I have forgotten, but mostly it help me realize that many other things are still the same as they used to be in the past, such as the loneliness I feel when I’m with my parents and my sister, or when I talk to them; or even when I’m with my friends and I feel misunderstood. It has also showed me that the relation I have with my sister has always been the same, and that time doesn’t seem to make it a better one; but I have not changed my personality neither, I’m still a very sensitive, stubborn and boring person.