Around my birthday, I took the week off to finish setting up things in my apartment (I had 5 bins to go through). while I still need to sort and catalog my comic book collection (figure out missing issues and such), I wen through everything. and found 4 or 5 journals I've collected over the years which have gone unused.
So the day after my birthday, I decided to take 1 of the journals and write in it everyday day. previously I would only write when things were sucking in my life, such as break-ups and such. a way of processing things. and the rare person who has read what I wrote told me I need help psychologically. not realizing.....this is my therapy of sorts. so now, before I go to sleep I just write stuff down. and what I've learned so far?
yeah, so that's about all. plus my handwriting is getting pretty sloppy, too! so even if someone wants to read the journal, they might not be able to read what I write!
