I’ve kept written journals for as long as I can remember. These are only from the past 6 years (the yellow one is the one I am keeping right now) but the others from my grammar school days are a bit too embarrassing to share. These are all filled, except my current one of course, and occasionally I like to look back and read about how little I’ve changed.
The journal in the first photo (and the bottom one in the second) was actually a birthday gift from my friend when I was really into Japanese culture and it has always been one of my favorites. I started keeping it after I had been dating my boyfriend for almost a year so lots of entries are about him. I noticed the brown journal had seen quite a bit of death and unfortunate events, and the one I’m keeping now so far is filled with people who either don’t care about me enough or care about me too much.
