Dear Diary,
It’s been so long. I was
last asked to write something out but only after a lot of persuasion,
there came that short, meaningless one I wrote late last year. And the comment was that,
that couldn’t count.
Well the truth is I am quite scared.
When something you have given a go, is ending, and before it
ends, you somehow can feel it won’t work still. I am scared.
I am scared of
what tomorrow shall bring.
