My mother gave me my first diary in 1998. I was 5 at the time. Like any good child that gets a gift like that, you usually wait about two years before you actually start to use it (let’s be real, technology was starting to be the “cool” thing to get at the time…I’m talking Tamagotchis era…wow is “aging” myself a thing now?! Jesus Christ.). That’s the thing with me, I can pick up on a new hobby like THAT….and then put it down for YEARS on end before randomly picking it up again and being like…oh wow..i’m feeling fucking inspired, let’s go.
My Diary: A Cathartic Release 