The school was all good, with new subjects and new stories. But the fun doesn't last that long. Once you get used to the stories you loose interest. You don't feel like reading them again and again.
One of these days I just fumbled over some new plastic cover and the smell of my old diary cover was all over me. The fun, the excitement, the tension of a new academic year.
Blah, fuck the nostalgia, its not worth it.