It’s very true that when I tried to write diary, the initial days go with the momentum of thoughts. Then goes the relaxation period. Sometimes it lingers for a week or sometime it uproots the interest to pen down my own thoughts. This post gives the different perspective and triggers thee urge to bring back the hobby.
When I was 14, I was crazy about my boyfriend, Josh. (Josh, incidentally, carved my name into his forearm with a compass point, so it’s safe to say that if he wasn’t crazy about me, he was at least crazy.) I was also pretty sure I hated him.
- 14-year-olds: notoriously even-keeled when it comes to romance.
Sure that no feeling in the history of emotions could compare, I dug out an old composition book and recorded the phenomenon for posterity, as well as some strong opinions on walruses and Ringo Starr.
I began the whole thing by writing, “Time for my yearly diary entry”. For the first 14 years of my life, I was bad about buying cool-looking diaries, writing one entry about my annoying little brothers in gel pen, and then abandoning the notebook forever. I guess that time was different though, because the next day I wrote another entry and I just…
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