I've always been a writer. Through middle and high school, I kept a journal. The thing is I never felt that they were safe from prying eyes, so as soon as I filled one up....I tossed it in a random dumpster! Now I wish I'd kept them all. I'd like to read what was on my mind...what was bothering me...what I did. What did I think was important enough to write down? I keep trying to start again, but it's so hard! Little time, no privacy, writer's block...and still I feel they wouldn't be safe. I don't know. When I say my mind is always racing, from one thing to the next, I'm not lying. I've always wondered if it's only me but that can't be possible. I wish I could stop being so stuck in my thoughts...
so I bought five new notebooks.
