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I am a journal keeper. Not always mind you, but for about the last 5 or 6 years. I mean I kinda sorta kept a diary when I was 8-10, but writing 2 sentence entries once every 10 months doesn't really count in my book. As soon as I hit my teen years though, I obviously had to document all the drama going on in my life, hence I began journaling. At first it was every other day that I would write in it, but now it's more like once a month, maybe not even that. But when I do write in it, boy do I write in it. I rarely write just one page, but instead pages and pages. Besides the daily happenings, new books I'm reading, favorite songs, newest ice cream flavors I've discovered and sob stories, if you were to readmy journal you would also find my deepest darkest secrets. You would read about my biggest, hardest struggles. You would find what I worry about the most. I write all of it down. This morning was one of those mornings when I felt like writing. So I pulled out my...
