I’ve been keeping this diary of mine and I put the things from that day that seems special. What I put there is what I put in here too. But these days, I just can’t seem to find anything special. My days are boring. Nothing new. There’s no saying, “Hey! Today, I was this or this happened to me or whatever!” It’s just so ordinary. And I don’t like that. I want that everyday, even though they are the smallest things, would remind me of that day. That when I thought of this day, I knew that what I remembered is really that day because there is this part that belongs to that day. You getting me? Something like that.