The Truths of My Own Journaling...
Song of the Moment
"Now you need me, now you don't."
- Autumn's Monologue by From Autumn to Ashes -
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I was reading my little cousins diaries today when I realized how long it has been since I journaled. For the record, I had her permission to read her diary; I wouldn't steal my nine year old cousin's diary on her. She's entitled to every bit of privacy she has. However, I do enjoy that she'll share her own private thoughts with me. Anyways, back to myself. I used to love journaling. I'd sit down, whenever I remembered, and write everything I could think of. Often, it seems I later erased my thoughts from history. I'd tear pages out of books and rip them to shreads just so I didn't have to remember the events of that day.
Eventually, it got to a point where I barely journaled at all because when I did, I threw out whatever I had written. I started a few blogs. Normally, I'd post a few entries, and then it'd either become just my poetry or I'd never add to it again. My goal with this blog is to actually keep it updated. It'll be a lot of work for me because I'm not the best at consistantly doing somethig like that, however, I shall try. Let's see how long this works, haha.
It seems that now, I only really journal when I'm not feeling the greatest. Normally, my thoughts aren't in the form of a journal either. They're usually a letter, to a close friend, who I them give it to, with everything I was thinking being stored in my words. My poetry is a different syle; I write that constantly. Haha. Anyone who knows me knows that I always have a new piece being worked on. Maybe, in truth, I do write too much...
Despite the number of times I have personally kept records of my days, I still have trouble recalling most of them. I mean, the pages, although one time nicely written upon, are now with the trash, where ever they happened to fall. It sort of allows for my thoughts of dates to be completely scattered. As for timeframes, anyways. I really have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm basically just ranting now. [And now, I'm ranting about ranting; how weird am I?] So, I'm going to leave this entry at this, because really, I'm going no where with it anyways.
Bye all.
- Autumn's Monologue by From Autumn to Ashes -
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I was reading my little cousins diaries today when I realized how long it has been since I journaled. For the record, I had her permission to read her diary; I wouldn't steal my nine year old cousin's diary on her. She's entitled to every bit of privacy she has. However, I do enjoy that she'll share her own private thoughts with me. Anyways, back to myself. I used to love journaling. I'd sit down, whenever I remembered, and write everything I could think of. Often, it seems I later erased my thoughts from history. I'd tear pages out of books and rip them to shreads just so I didn't have to remember the events of that day.
Eventually, it got to a point where I barely journaled at all because when I did, I threw out whatever I had written. I started a few blogs. Normally, I'd post a few entries, and then it'd either become just my poetry or I'd never add to it again. My goal with this blog is to actually keep it updated. It'll be a lot of work for me because I'm not the best at consistantly doing somethig like that, however, I shall try. Let's see how long this works, haha.
It seems that now, I only really journal when I'm not feeling the greatest. Normally, my thoughts aren't in the form of a journal either. They're usually a letter, to a close friend, who I them give it to, with everything I was thinking being stored in my words. My poetry is a different syle; I write that constantly. Haha. Anyone who knows me knows that I always have a new piece being worked on. Maybe, in truth, I do write too much...
Despite the number of times I have personally kept records of my days, I still have trouble recalling most of them. I mean, the pages, although one time nicely written upon, are now with the trash, where ever they happened to fall. It sort of allows for my thoughts of dates to be completely scattered. As for timeframes, anyways. I really have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm basically just ranting now. [And now, I'm ranting about ranting; how weird am I?] So, I'm going to leave this entry at this, because really, I'm going no where with it anyways.
Bye all.
posted by Stephi @ 7:22 PM
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