Does it look like an irony or what?

I scribbles so much in my diary. Oh, I'm working on my fifth diary book and.. I'm thinking that who knows someday I'll make a fortune out of it? Anyways, the scribbles on my diary, the notes and everything I wrote there, memopad on my BlackBerry.. I wrote so much about my family there. How it was so perfect, but now it's tumbling into pieces, isn't that sad? I feel like tearing those paper and throw them into the trashcan but... You wrote for you to remember.