This is an entry I wrote in my private diary a little while ago. Of course, I revised it slightly to be fitted in this online diary.

It’s storming. Mom and Dad and Joanna are gone again. Black out, so no electricity. No computer and internet. I’m bored.

I was rereading a magazine called Personal Journaling. It didn’t do anything good for right then, though. It just reminded me to read my old “pen and paper” diary.

It made me want to cry. I suddenly miss them again, my old friends and my old classmates.

I felt it again.

This is probably why I wanted to go online so much. I want to forget them. Totally forget them. But past is past. It may continue to plague you and frighten you all over again. You cannot totally forget them...