I miss writing stories & When I was your man

Sometimes, I really want to write again in my blog. The story of every day. I love to read what I wrote, maybe a few years later. It's going to bring back all the memories, the good one is to be remembered, and the bad one is to be laughed,
"Oh what a silly person i am",
"Why i have to feel sad for that matter?",
"Why i am over the moon for that stuff",
All kinds of questions.

But, with all the internet's cruelty, misuse party that love to twist other's words, privacy, safety, I don't dare to write stories anymore. Just unimportant facts, I guess?
So all the memories are just going to be buried in my hippocampus. I hope, I'm not losing the good ones.