It's been a while dearest diary since i wrote in you last, for what i see to be many reasons. My inspiration is gone, school seems to take that out of me dear diary. I do miss you and being able to write in you all the time had it's advantages. But now, i find myself very tired mentally, and writting my thoughts at the end of the day in you, seems to be a hopeless cause.
I am sad now my dearest diary, i know not why, but i'm not the big bundle of laughs i was a few months ago. You remember those entries don't you? We had fun together, but now i figure that fun doesn't fit in my life that much anymore. What was once fun to me, has become nothing but another thought put into my already croweded mind. I used to have fun without thinking about the deeper meanings behind it, now i seem that i pick the fun parts of my life apart to make them seem dull and boring. Dear diary, i feel so lost.
One day a might regain the spirit i once had, but until then i can't fight these thoughts that i have. I have to learn to accept them now. I need time. I'm tired dear diary, too tired to make visits to you like i once did. Alot has happened since i wrote you last, alot of memories were made, but for now, i'll store them in my mind rather then in your pages.
till another night dear diary, that i feel like a need to write. I can still remember the times were i wanted to write, but for now, it'll be only when i feel i have to.
11:05 p.m. - 2002-05-02
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