Just went through my memory box while I was clearing up my table and drawers. Suddenly felt very nostalgic. Read through the letters and postcards and notes that I've got from all the various people. People whom I know very well and write as an expression of their feelings, people whom I know fairly well and use writing to tell me about their problems, people whom I have never met before and wrote something nice to me. It was my life of the past. Why did I walk out of it? What went wrong? Or maybe everyone just started to grow up and the type of memories just changes. Sometimes, really want to go back to my life when I was in secondary school, JC, primary school. Doing all the silly things and no one would bat an eyelid because you are a 'kid'. Having all the fun in the world without a care for anything else because at that moment of your life, you have nothing to worry about. However, things will never go the way we want them to be. I am still trying to learn not to regret. According to xr, in times of desperation, wait for a miracle. But am I desperate enough? Oh well, enough of my nostalgia, I just have to live life as it is now.
