Cave. - 13.07.2009 16:18

Where did the time go? The days that I wrote here daily. Have I become too happy again?

I am sorry for neglecting you, my dearest friend. You were there whenever I needed you, but I turn my back on you as soon as it gets better and the need gets less.

You must know; I love you, this diary, the writing.

Once I get happy I get inspirationless and the only thing I can think of is writing how beautiful everything is, something I want to prevent.

Know that I'll never forget this place. My cave, the best place where I can hide in melancholy and misery.

Suta

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