lots to be said about writing your secrets down first, but i’ve been getting lazy and just hashing out my shit live to my favorite audience. every walk from the function is a diary that talks back to me and lets me know when i’m onto some shit and/or thinking too catholically
i pull out the pen and write down some of the most unhinged and pretentious stream of consciousness/faux poetry/riddled with errors stuff. i have to remind myself it’s just for me so i don’t have to sensor myself. that’s the worst part about being taught how to write. you’re constantly reminding yourself others will read it, but journaling is just for me to say whatever’s been eating at my conscious mind. it’s just myself and the pen. a cure to loneliness is journaling because you’re with yourself.
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.’
