Diaries.

I have one Now, I would Let My Best freind Read it Cause I trust her that well But If my parents read it, I would Die, They would have killed me.

I love diaries. I have no time for them anymore, but they used to be a great source for me to vent and think without worrying.

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I love diaries. I have no time for them anymore, but they used to be a great source for me to vent and think without worrying.

Same Here I almost never have time So I use my Comp now As my Diary.

Double post

I used to keep like 17 diaries lying around & constantly told myself, "I'm going to write in it everyday! :brightside:"

Yeah freaking right. :file:
I got to write in each and everyone a single page then I forgot completely about them.
I completely gave up on even trying. :finger:

I want to start writing on one again.
Probably to look back at it, and read how dumb and immature my thoughts were.
:weird

I hate readiny my old ones. I feel so stupid. It's actually quite embarassing, thinking "I liked him? I worried about that? I trusted her? I did what?!?!?!?" Now I just try to keep it away from my parents to avoid lectures, speeches, and groundings I don't really want to put up with.

I used to write in a journal (yeah, I was too embarrased to call it a diary. xD)
I tend to bottle things up inside, so usually I only write in a journal when I'm super stressed.

I used to keep diaries all the time, but they'd always end up under my bed or something, while the key was nowhere to be found. :shifty
Although I kind of want to start keeping one. Since all of my friends suck dick, and can't listen to my problems to save their lives. >.<
I probably shouldn't say that - 'tis I who is the bad guy. :roll:

I'm considering burning my book.
Well... maybe not burn, but dispose of.
My friend was trying to convince me to let him read it today, and I wouldn't let him.
I realized how silly and immature and positively teenage some of what I write is, and the thought of showing it to anyone was horrifying.
I'm scared that someone will find it and read it now.
I don't know if I want to risk it anymore.

I wouldn't really call what I have a diary... It's mode like a journal... Ya get the difference?

I use to have a diary until my mom AND dad started reading it. I said some really bad things in there..... I don't even know what I was thining when I wrote on them. I had one journal though that I let my friend read.....she made me go the guidance counsler for a few months.

My older sister use to have a diary. She was the type of person to write in it all the time, then forget about it, find it, etc. Then my parents read her diaries and she got in to big trouble because she wrote about some things that she was doing.

Yeah, not such a good idea.

But now, since I love typing, I type what I need to on my computer. It's easier and faster. Plus, I can lock it so no one can break in to it. :) Who would want to break in to a diary anyway? :O

I had a diary, they became five diaries(not separate it's the total amount by the time I finished writing my entry's in books.), for my time in high school. I didn't write in it everyday, but enough that I've kept myself entertained reading them. However, now I plan to burn them, it's time to move on, you know? Now a days I have a computer diary, again I don't write in it everyday, but I enjoy playing around with it and putting my thoughts somewhere I know I won't be judged. I've always enjoyed having a diary, even if it wasn't consistent. So I hope to always stay with this strange tradition I've had for years.

I have a diary which I like never write in. I only write in it every couple weeks or months.
I don't really put serious stuff in mine because I just feel stupid writing down my problems. It just doesn't work for me. I'd rather just talk to people or just keep my problems to myself, not that I have many problems.
I just put random things in mine and things I probably won't care about later.

I write when I am really pissed off or anxious or something.
I can't reread it though, because it depresses me.

I used to, when I was still a kid. Apparently, I became traumatized when some of the kids at school (who were bullying me at that time) stole it from my school bag and read and laughed at all of it.
Since then I never wrote in a journal again.

I had this Junie B. Jones diary when I was little.
I threw it away because it talked all about Vlad, and I was embarrased.
I wish I hadn't gotten rid of it.

I don't keep a real diary these days, those I've tried.
I want to remember everything, but I'm too much of an entertainer to
just leave it all on a page instead of sharing the stories. And if I do
share the stories, it gets repetitive and borning somehow. Mhm.

I prefer to keep a verbal diary. And send it to Hubie.
I sort of use him as one. I talk to him before I sleep.

I sort of have one. I have one that like... I put things in that would "Scare" my parents and make them think that I need therapeutic help.
So yep. (:

I actually do, and it's kinda weird. See, my best friend gave it to me as a late Christmas gift. Inside it she basically wrote a message saying that it was a place for me to write down whatever was bothering me - whatever I couldn't tell her or explain.

So whenever I write in it, I write to her. My plan is to fill it up one day, and send it to her. We both are going to colleges nowhere near each other, and knowing me, I'll probably end up living somewhere overseas. So it's kinda like making sure that we always have a piece of each other. I was thinking friendship necklaces at first - but mine broke >_<.

I used to have one because it felt like I was telling someone all about my ~problems~ without actually having to tell anyone... if that makes sense. Then I let my boyfriend have it one night because there was this huge episode involing me and his mother and she said things which led me to like, breaking down in front of her and I had to tell him why what she said affected me. & it was easier to just give him the diary than to try and explain it in talking. To be honest I was crying too much to talk about it at the time anyway x)

Then we broke up and I never got it back.