After I left the country years ago for my surgery, I thought I got everything I needed. Well in fact everything was ready. I know I'll be living in the hospital for a very long time so I prepared mostly everything. I already said my goodbyes to my friends, I sold all unnecessary things that I owned, and prepared myself in any kind of challenges ahead of me. I was forced to sell my house because no one will take of it or at least live in it. So yes, everything was set.
When I was already at the hospital, I can't find my journal or diary, whatever you prefer to call it. I was sure I brought it with me but nada. I can't find it. I was sad, almost got depressed about it because it really mean a lot to me. All my favorite memories were written there and even the bad ones. So I never thought I'll be able to find it again but I did. When I opened it, I noticed that my diary doesn't only contain my memories but also contain someone else's.
Chaneah Courtney Wilson, her 22 years old self, was the first to wrote her best and worst memories in my diary.
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B's Diary
ChickLitYears ago, I lost my diary and I never thought that it would end up in someone else's hands. I found some interesting stories, great embarrassments, and even some romantic experiences. I still don't know how their stories ended. In reality, not ever...
