When I first started journaling, I favored those fancy diaries with locks because I was majorly obsessed with privacy. So much that I learned how to pick their locks and then threw out the keys. Seriously. Anywho, earlier I dug up an old journal which I used from 2001 until around 2003 or 2004. It was just a plain notebook where I wrote down my thoughts and what-not. And as it didn’t have any “safeguard” against prying eyes, I thought to put this right on the first page:
Of course, it would be for naught if someone opened the notebook right in the middle. But still. I felt pretty bad-ass that I thought of that. Teenagers.. 🙂
Anywho. At the back of the
notebook journal were several obviously unsent letters to a coupla guys. And because I feel like embarrassing myself a little opening up a bit of my colorful teenage past, here’s one I wrote to my ex:
Let me reiterate that I never sent that letter and we never got back together (though he did try to make amends later on). But indeed, I was pretty broken up for a while there. Writing down that letter–even if I honestly had no intention of sending it–was pretty cathartic. Letting all those emotions out somehow did help in easing up my then burden. And that’s what journaling’s all about, right?