"Flipping open the notebook I carry with me
Written inside are many things, all about you
You hate being left out
You're used to being waited for..."
Perhaps everyone's feelings are different, but there will always be people in the world who have gone through something similar.
In the bloom of youth, who doesn't have a few secrets they can't speak of?
Unable to voice their feelings, they can only secretly write them down. In their free time, they'd carefully flip through the pages, a clandestine feeling in their hearts.
Just like a diary.
At first, it just recorded their own life, but when that special someone appeared, the contents would become filled with things about them.
Taking up the better part of the daily entries.
"Page after page in the diary, filled with obsession
Recording all your good qualities
Like an addictive poison..."
[SOB SOB SOB, this reminds me of my ex-girlfriend. She was the one who said she'd marry me after graduation.
