Diaries.

I have a plastic bin full of old diares. Only about two of them are finished, though. The rest are lucky if they have at least three filled pages. Mainly, I just buy notebooks I think look really pretty and buy them to use them as journals, but they lose their lust quickly and I just chuck them aside.

Growing up, I had so many that I wrote in for maybe a week before giving up the idea.
I just recently started one again, about 2 weeks ago, only it's in the form of letters. It's nice to be able to record the minor and major details of your day. I don't have the best memory either, so it will be helpful when I want to look back on my life. :tehe:

I have one, but I rarely ever wright in it.

Plus, I don't really write my secrets in it, because my friends are known to snoop around my room... :shifty

Not only do I have a diary, but I still have kept every single one I've filled since I was fourteen years old. I was such an idiotic teenager! Then again, most are. Still, I think if the me of now were to meet the me of five years ago, I'd kick the hell out of me. Nonetheless, it's fun to flip through and laugh at the silliness of a melodramatic me of the past. Plus, it's fun to look at more recent things from as I began to become an adult, and compare where I was a year ago with where I am now.

My best friend Sandy and I have had this silly tradition since Jr. High of reading each others' diaries. (I no longer have the diaries from back then, sadly. She does, though.) Every time we hang out, we exchange. I remember being in 8th grade and visiting her and seeing her diary and teasing her that I was going to read it and know all her secrets, and she just shrugged and said, "Go ahead. You know everything that's in there anyway." So I gave her mine, and it's been tradition ever since, for six years now. One of my favourites that we have.

I have a lot of diaries.
I don't use a ton of them, or I write stories in them instead of my personal thoughts. I have one personal one; my mumma got it for me a couple years ago and it's almost full. I don't use it very much anymore.

TheNewFoShizzle:

My best friend Sandy and I have had this silly tradition since Jr. High of reading each others' diaries. (I no longer have the diaries from back then, sadly. She does, though.) Every time we hang out, we exchange. I remember being in 8th grade and visiting her and seeing her diary and teasing her that I was going to read it and know all her secrets, and she just shrugged and said, "Go ahead. You know everything that's in there anyway." So I gave her mine, and it's been tradition ever since, for six years now. One of my favourites that we have.

I wish I could do that with Margaret.

Diaries & Journals ahve always been an obsession of mine. I used to have a diary, but then took to typing journals on mibba. But now, I'm back to writing in a notebook.

I dont really have a journal. Occasionally Ill commit to writing about my day but usually not for long.

I have a diary about my one & only. :shifty
It's slightly perverted, really, but it's great to read through. I've had it since May last year.

If I have any secrets rants, then I post them on my tumblr account. No one knows the address to it - and I make sure I have no friends on it, so I can post things for just me to see.
:tehe:

I've kept one for about two years now, but my entries are gradually getting shorter as I have no time. So I'm writing one on the computer now, because I'm always on the computer and so I have no excuse not to write. The only bad thing is, it could be deleted, so every so often I'm going to have to print it out. Perhaps every month or so.

I could never keep a diary. I rather have my feelings in my mind rather than on paper.

I found mine from this summer, or the week and a half I wrote about in summer.
It was probably fifteen weeks ago.
I like them, when I find old diaries, I like to compare how things were then and how things are now.
My summer diary made me almost cry, my diary before that made me sort of sad and happy, and the last diary I remember before that made me happy because things had changed so much since I wrote it.
Sometimes I hate them, like my summer one. I miss being that happy.

I can never keep up with one. Ever.
So I have a blog. :file:

:tehe:

Three entries in and I'll probably be a bit lazy. I can go snooping around the house right now and find a dozen diaries with about... five pages filled and that's it.

I have a diary. It's a beat up, drawn on, composition book.
I hope no one reads it.
They'd think bad things of me.

Bravo!:

I could never keep a diary. I rather have my feelings in my mind rather than on paper.

I used to be like that, but now I have too many thoughts and feelings. It's nice to let it all spill out sometimes.

I used to keep a journal/ diary type thing. It was really helpful, because my life was going to hell back then and it was good to write stuff down. But my mum read it and well... it was nasty. After a lot of angsty arguments, she said she'd never read it again, and well... she did. A lot. So eventually I just gave up. I write poems and stories now to express emotions, it's much more cryptic if someone happens to read them.

Romance.:

I used to keep a journal/ diary type thing. It was really helpful, because my life was going to hell back then and it was good to write stuff down. But my mum read it and well... it was nasty. After a lot of angsty arguments, she said she'd never read it again, and well... she did. A lot. So eventually I just gave up. I write poems and stories now to express emotions, it's much more cryptic if someone happens to read them.

omgno:

Are you being serious? My Ma would never read my diary! I know she has loads of opportunities, but she just wouldn't. She says that every kid should have something totally private. If my Ma ever read my diary (not that she would) I don't think I would ever look her in the face again. That's such a violation of trust!

I might try to keep one again soon. :]

I kept a diary for two years when I was depressed. :(
I threw all of the journals out 'cause they weren't much fun to look at.

ichabod crane.:

I kept a diary for two years when I was depressed. :(
I threw all of the journals out 'cause they weren't much fun to look at.

^Same.
But I can't bear to part with my journals, they're like photographs to me; they take a snapshot of my past, whether it was good or not. :shifty