I was goin' through my diary entries lately, i do it when i need to distract myself from uncanny thoughts or situations which are easily avoidable but my mind still hovers. So when i turned the second last page, i saw a secret wishlist, reminded me that i was cheery and alive once. I'm glad. The secret wishlist is a sweet memory, it also reminds me I had dreams. It reminds me I've got things-to-do. It reminds me to live once again. These dreams were seen to become reality someday. And before 'me' dies, i shall see myself in the eye and must smile.
