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-inducing and exhilarating. It was like I was reading a book of letters never sent bound together by rebellion, lust, sheer confusion and heartbreak (or what I thought was heartbreak at the time). Every crush I had, every misconception about puberty, every insecurity, everything that ran through my mind in 2016 was there! It was inspiring knowing that I actually documented all that. So, I told myself I would journal everyday once I started college. Everyday turned into about twice a week. Nonetheless, keeping a paper journal in an age of GoogleDocs, online textbooks and social media is not particularly easy or convenient for a full time college student that is working close to full time. So I turned to digital journaling to supplement my paper journal (This one I'm calling "No Secrets"). But it occurred to me that since I got such a kick out of my old journal, maybe someone else can too. So this time around, I'm putting it out there, where anyone can join in on this disastrous, disorganized running log of my life I've developed. Of course, being an introverted, somewhat aloof 19 year old, I started a blog. Even if no one ever reads this, I'll always know where to find it in the future. That being said, welcome to No Secrets, a culmination of my thoughts, feelings, lessons learned, goals, beliefs and other bullshit.
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-inducing and exhilarating. It was like I was reading a book of letters never sent bound together by rebellion, lust, sheer confusion and heartbreak (or what I thought was heartbreak at the time). Every crush I had, every misconception about puberty, every insecurity, everything that ran through my mind in 2016 was there! It was inspiring knowing that I actually documented all that. So, I told myself I would journal everyday once I started college. Everyday turned into about twice a week. Nonetheless, keeping a paper journal in an age of GoogleDocs, online textbooks and social media is not particularly easy or convenient for a full time college student that is working close to full time. So I turned to digital journaling to supplement my paper journal (This one I'm calling "No Secrets"). But it occurred to me that since I got such a kick out of my old journal, maybe someone else can too. So this time around, I'm putting it out there, where anyone can join in on this disastrous, disorganized running log of my life I've developed. Of course, being an introverted, somewhat aloof 19 year old, I started a blog. Even if no one ever reads this, I'll always know where to find it in the future. That being said, welcome to No Secrets, a culmination of my thoughts, feelings, lessons learned, goals, beliefs and other bullshit.
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