It's so weird. Yesterday I was having a rough day, I was tired and bored out of my mind. So I decided to listen to some old music and reread my old diary, the one I had 2000-2001. And now I am really glad I decided to get a diary, because those were the most emotional years of my life. I fell in love, and the first half of the journal was filled with romantic thoughts that I greatly enjoyed rereading and smiling through the tears - I was so innocent and so in love...

Second half of the journal was briwf and to the point - I had no time to write, I was moving and that move was the biggest change in my life. I moved to USA and the one thought of this change was scaring the hell out of me.

But all the changes turned out to be for the good.

Yay!

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