Diary was never my best friend 

  
Hi everyone , 

Thank you all for all the love in just 2 days 🙂 . I had some liked and followers that I’ve never expected to have. I started this blog to write my thoughts hoping to see who cares or even read it. Actually, I think I did it 😀 or on my way to do it 🙂 

Thank you all so much ! I love you ! 

You know, I’ve always wanted to write what’s on my mind , just like if I am cleaning it from all what makes it busy. I tried to have a small secret diary. However, I didn’t like to write everyday before going sleep because I was always tired or lazy to do it. 

When I write or talk I feel more calm and at rest. As if I was holding heavy things and I let it down. 

Unfortunately, I didn’t have who listen to me all time . Although my mum helped sometimes, my friends and many people, but as I was growing up I found that those people started to decrease. My thoughts grew up with me, finding non to understand it, or barely understand me. 

So I thought about doing it by myself. As if non can understand me, at least I do. Dad also encouraged me to do it as a way of making him remember or know the important notes as fee school payment or so on ( stuff that I didn’t even find it match me but him). So I started to translate the idea to be for me! 

I started to write a diary ( semi- diary actually 😀 ) at the age of 12. I bought a sweet agenda, with all the stickers, colorful pens. However, as it was a good idea for most of times but not always. As I started to find myself going crazy. I wanted always for a good advice at hard days and for sure the diary couldn’t. It couldn’t tell me well done at doing improvements or blame me for bad things. 

I started to need a real person. I also was in a relation ship that I heard before that relationships give type of support that I didn’t even know 😀 . A near by neigh our or family member to be always for me. It was only me. 

I started to search internet. I found really awesome people and creepy people but I found some support. Maybe not all times but at least once in time or twice 🙂 

At the end I knew that owning a diary was like dad said TO ONLY RECORD EVENTS NOT EMOTIONS. My diary became a group of resolutions , list of books,or music that I want to do through the year, ticking what I’ve did ! 😀

So that’s one of the reasons I am here. Hoping to find who always care and support personally or say well done for any good thing I do or blame me for anything bad I do even if that person don’t know me 🙂 at least I am sure I will learn more 😉 😀 

Remember to always keep progressing ! Learning from all the experience you pass through or people you know 🙂 😉 

Always welcomed to the corner , 

Menna 😉 

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