“Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us”. – Oscar Wilde

I am not good at keeping things, I taken it all for granted, especially if it's not that valuable to me. But suddenly, it changes when something happened to me in the past that I considered a worst but memorable experienced. All of my treasure belongings are in my pink box, pictures, letters and souvenirs that was given by my friends and families.

My most treasured belonging is my diary or journal. It all started when I was so devastated and problematic, I didn't know what to do and then it comes up to my mind that I should write it, so that I can express and cry all my feelings at that time. All of my secrets and unspoken words are written in my diary.