The anger sort of dissipated today.
Who knows if it will come back.

I found the diaries I used to keep,
All of them old RGS exercise books.
Okay I know that sounds really cheapo.

I read every single entry again,
And ended up feeling pretty bad.
All along,
I had this idea in my head that life stinks now,
And I really miss the good old days.
In secondary school.

After reading my diaries,
I realized that I was wrong.
I don't know if this is the right expression,
But I actually felt sorry for myself when I was a kid;
Cos I appeared to be very unhappy in the past.
At the same time,
I also want to go back in time and punch myself,
Just for being so irritating.
Like having crushes on a billion and one girls,
And going bankrupt buying basketball cards.
Oh well.

There was something that shocked me though.
A sentence I wrote when I was sixteen.
"I think I am a gay man trapped in a female's body."
Trust me I was damn blardy amused...

There's no point in hating her.
I believe that she did truly love me in the past,
And I am contented.
Life goes on.

My brother and his wife are now separated.
Nothing is forever really.