@Shyryl 11 March 2021 edited

03/12/2021

Dear Diary, I can't remember at all when exactly did I last write something like this but all I know is that it was back when I was in Elementary. I remember that all my entries were read by my mother and everyone in the household and every time they see me, everybody is teasing me that it was so old-fashioned and so unnecessary to write so I ended up throwing my things and give up my love for writing. I value my family's opinion more than mine and that's quite a problem. Arguments are not my thing. They are the ones deciding for my future and all are strong-willed and in return, I mastered the art of filling my bottle of emotions. But the ballpen and notebook never left me. Crazy as may sound but I have a fascination with notebooks and pens. I am happy just by staring at them even if they are still so empty and clean as I bought them. I know I'm not the only one, right? They're like my best friends, an extension of myself. I always wonder how it feels like to publish my writings on a paper or the internet. I admire those names I read in yearly published school magazines. Always just *wonder* and *admiration*. Until the pandemic happened, suddenly I have time to write on my own. No pieces of training, no background, no idea at all, etc. Driven by just a dream. Yep diary, I am a dreamer. A certified aspiring late bloomer writer and author wanna-be. I'm glad to finally be doing it with the help of this amazing platform. Diary now is different. I want every dreamer out there to read my content. I want them to realize their dreams. Whatever it is in their hearts. Communicate more to your parents or whosoever person or people involved in your financial needs. Maybe they just don't realize your likes and dislikes yet, as well as your dreams (but that's not my case). Filling the world with dreamers is great but realizing their dreams without aggrevating someone unfairly is extravagant. Good night diary. Always and forever, Shyryl💕