I have a paper journal that my friend gave me as a birthday present back in 2003. I’m only on page 60, 8 years later. I’ve never been the type to write every day (I used to blog every minute! I think you call it Twitter nowadays.), but I just kept this in my room for emergency purposes.
The other night, 2 years since my last “entry,” I had to write somewhere. Not here where everyone can see, or in LJ, even when locked, I feel like there are still prying eyes. I guess there are still some things I can’t share with everybody.