I keep a journal. And the sad thing is, it's a really nice one too, hard cover covered in fabric. It's wasted on me -- all I do is bitch or swoon or ramble in it.
I keep almost all my old diaries. All the bad stuff, I sort of want to remember. Most of it's on the confessions threads here, last year, but I did write about it in my journals some. I keep them because...idk, really. Maybe I'm just masochistic or something. But I know that if I ever start feeling the way I did back then again, I need to do something about it before it gets out of hand.
June 4th, 2009 at 05:14pm