Inside the Diary of a Stranger
It’s amazing to think how people could change so much in such a short time. I, for example, feel like I have changed so much for the past few years. I can hardly remember my old self anymore.
Sometimes I would look inside myself, trying to find the pieces of my old self; trying to find evidence to show that she, the girl I used to be, is still inside of me; still very much a part of me as she was before.
But the girl I would find would be a stranger, sitting at the strangest corner of my memory, a faceless phantom I hardly know. Completely unknown and invisible but still very much a part of me as she was before, my old-forgotten self.
Sometimes I would miss her so much. I would cry all night and long for her. I would tearfully bid for her return. But like an empty shadow she would remain, within my grasp but totally out of reach. Sitting at the strangest corner of my memory, a void remnant of my past; my old self, forgotten like a sunken continent at the bottom of the dark sleepless sea.
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