That's why I got myself a diary when I was thirteen.
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The first one was pink with a lock. It is also rose scented (now it smells ancient.haha). I wrote there for three long years. It brings back the first three years of high school. Good old days. It's very 'cheery' diary. The entries were mostly about my crush-es. Every entry's the same. The only difference was the place and date where I saw my crush. During that time having a crush was a BIG DEAL. So can't tell anyone!!!
My second diary was blue with lock again. Entries were about my last year in high school and some snippets of college. It's more angst-y and dark. It's very different compared with the first one. I was so angry at that time. And I didn't even know what's I'm so angry about. But I know during that time, I feel like I was trapped in expired sardines' can ready to explode. It seemed like everything is under control, so much in control and I can't breathe.