A reminder

A long time ago
Before writing notes
In our phones
Became the norm
Over jotting things
On pieces of paper
I used to manually write
In specific notebooks
Or random papers
That I’d stick into
These notebooks.
I used to write
The date and time
And exactly how i felt
And what happened.
No matter how silly
Or how inappropriate
No matter how many times
I repeated that story
I wrote.
I drew.
I doodled.
I signed.
I did not write because
My emotions were
It’s because
I had a problem
With my memory.
I tend to forget
And I come across
As ungrateful or indifferent.
So I wrote.
To remind myself how
I once felt
At a certain period
Of my life.
It is a reminder
Of how much I’ve changed.
How my priorities,
Have rearranged.
It reminds me
Why I did what I did
Back then,
That these were the emotions
Behind my actions
And my thinking.
It is a justification
Given to defend myself
From myself.
It is as if
I was trying to tell
My future self
To not be too hard
On myself,
On my past,
And the mistakes
I’ve accepted to take
Responsibility for
But could no longer handle.