I’ve had a diary/journal ever since I was in 2nd grade (shoutouts to Amelia’s Notebook for sparking something in me). My journal is one of my most prized possessions. It’s my confidante, my source of inspiration, my friend.
Journaling has always allowed me to unapologetically express myself. I’ve learned to embrace my voice through writing. I love when I read back on past journal entries and be like, ‘Damn I wrote this?! This is poetry.’
such a great way to get your thoughts down on paper whether you're venting, have mindblowing ideas or recall memories you don't wanna forget. i ran to Blick on Central Square to get myself an inexpensive journal and went back to my apartment to write my first journal entry about how excited i was to write my first journal entry
sometimes, i would forget to journal, get lazy to catch up, & lose motivation. i have sm free time now, i started the habit again. im always scared of forgetting important memories so i write them down to relive them. my past is my roman empire
Put on the robe, turn on adult swim or whatever, crank the ac, eat a late night snack in one bed and sleep in the other. The freedom of impersonal liminal space.
