I was searching through some boxes in my basement out of sheer boredom and guess what I found? One of my old diaries. If you ever need a good laugh, reading your childhood diary entires will surely do the job. The diary pictured above is the one I kept during 2006-2008. It was so fun to read and see what I cared about when I was a pre-teen, but it was also really weird to read entries that I wrote with my very own hands in the past. It was kind of like an out-of-body experience. Ok, that is a bit of an exaggeration. It was very nostalgic to say the least, and when I read through it, all the memories came back to me. I vaguely remembered them to begin with, but reading through the tangible events in detail only made them clearer for me.
While reading through it, I also felt detached from the emotions I was writing about, like I was observing someone else’s life. Of course that I changed and grew since 2006, but seeing the thoughts and feelings I was having from the past right in front me made the changes in my personality seem drastic. My goodness I cared way too much about stupid things! I was also “in love” with three different boys. I cannot handle myself. 😛
People change, but the core parts of your essence, the bits that really make you, you will always stay the same. Unfortunately that for me is the fact that the entries aren’t consecutive and there are huge gaps between some of them. Whenever I start a diary or journal, I swear that I will write about every day in detail so years from now, I can remember my life. Guess what? I always fail myself. Countless times I have started things and never finished them. It’s frustrating!
Do any of you journal daily? How do you get yourself to do it? The main thing that causes me to stop journaling is because I find myself to be so overwhelmed with school work. I really wanted to document all of my college years, but my freshman year of college journal died on me. Hopefully I can get myself to keep one my sophomore year. My fingers are crossed!
Here are a few quotes from my diary to end this post on a funny note:
*They are word for word, including all the spelling and grammatical errors*
I’ve never face-palmed so hard.