3 years.....
Well my goodness..... has it really been so long? To think I started this journal over 7 years ago ( I was a mere 15!) seems so bizarre. I think when you're younger you're more inclined to pour your heart out here, and as you get older you feel more reserved and self conscious. Although, as I read back on old entries, I realize I was pretty reserved back then too. Always rather vague about troubles I was feeling, hoping someone would inquire further. But it always makes me smile to read entries from my teenage years, the memories they bring up, the specific feelings they induce. I have tried many times to start a physical journal so I may recall those feelings and memories in latter years, but have always seem to leave them places (planes, trains, my basement). So in my attempt to house some memories here, I hope it will also become a creative outlet.....