the one about journals.

Remember the good ol' days when writings are all about ink and papers. Journals and diaries are the habits of those who loves to write and/or merely trying to speak up their minds in less vocal approach. Little pocket notebooks with their tiny keychain, the silent witness of your memories. Several pocket notebooks are safely hidden inside the black drawer. It is locked. There, burried the entire collection of this young child's fad life. Daily records of a child on being just an actual kid.
These are her treasure. The Scraps of life in one wooden box.

All started with the share of heart and laughs of two teenage girls. Away from the elders.
Life was.. amazing.
Day and night filled only with laughter and cheeky giggles. Boys. Schoolboys. They started to intrigued their minds. Interested of the opposite sex, would that be so sinful? Late night chats turned to long distance correspondence. They told each other everything. 'til the tid bits detail. This perhaps, the first record of two young girls and their daily journals.

Although..
There were some secrets this kid couldn't even tell her dear cousin. Hence came the little pocket notebooks with pretty fairy images and gold locket keychain. Thereafter those white paper sheets were the other side of her that not a person knows.

I remember that little girl with all her love and laughter. All is recorded neatly on her pocket notebooks. I smiled when I knew how naive and innocent she was, through those words she tried not to speak out. No tears were necessarily poured down her chubby red-cheeks.
She was... happy.

That little girl grew up. Left all ink and papers behind and thought that writing is not cool. Away she was from a geeky portray. Until.. it came. The plague of achin' heart. She mute just because all's torn apart. There, she found once more a solace companion to kept her unspoken words. Anguish, despair and several foolish doings. Torn between a wise adult and a young 18.

Years and years have gone by. Now she's finally at peace with her heart. She knows that life is sometimes worth sharing. Hence, you was born.