Written

Tonight, I took some time to do a bit of writing on my neglected journal. The previous post was few months back. I sucks at keeping up with things and people. So, each time I decided to write there is when I feel the need to clear my messy thoughts (and heart). Also knowing that nobody reads it. I seek it only when I need it. Only when I feel the need to write the words down for remembrance’s sake, apart from speaking them out. Hm. But that’s the purpose of the journal.. Ain’t it?

So what exactly is my purpose in your life?

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