As I’m keeping a diary recently, a strong desire caught me to look all over my old diaries I’d written when a teen.

So I took them from my memory box located in the corner of the closet.

A teen, I was so sentimental, crazy, and evil... LOL

I felt so cringe and even ashamed reading the poems I’d written.

However, all the memories I wrote were precious.

This moment I’m recording will be the same precious memory later.