No Secrets: A Paperless Journal

So, I just completed my first year of community college in an Associates program for Human Services. Cool. I just found out tonight actually that I obtained a 4.0 GPA for both semesters. Also cool. I guess doing well in school is easier when you actually care about the stuff they teach you, and now I do, for the most part. I love learning about people and how we interact and communicate and how we can learn and grow from one another. Y'know, all that shit.  That being said, you know what I don't care about? Physical sciences. They are just so permanent, so black and white, so cold. So, me being me and not knowing how to foster my own development, when my advisor sat me down and made me chose a lab science last semester, I chose Astronomy. I'm serious. I had the option of biology. I loved biology in high school! But, I heard astronomy was easy and I thought I would end up appreciating it (or something).  Boy, was I wrong. I marched into the first lecture the first day ...

The 'about' section of this blog reads "I started a paper journal three years ago and ruined my life," or something. What I mean by that isn't that I actually wrecked my life, but that once I started my journal, I couldn't stop. I became obsessed with journaling. It became a therapeutic daily ritual, and as a scrappy high school student with few friends, that's exactly what I needed. As the years dragged on and I became wrapped up in falling in love and college and finally graduating high school, and all those wonderful things, I sort of fell out of the habit that was so sacred to me. Of course, I still wrote a quick poem or paragraph here and there, but nothing like the utterly long-winded stream of psycho-babble I had developed the year before.  Fast forward a few months to me preparing for college. I was cleaning out my closet and discovered my journal, dubbed "The Real Book" from two years before. Reading back the entries was both cringe-i...