Franz Kafka once said;
One advantage in keeping a diary is that you become aware with reassuring clarity of the changes which you constantly suffer.
I find it very amusing, especially since I just read my diary, all 3 entries, and saw all the changes I went through.
I would love to be one of those people who could consistently keep a journal just to document my life, but it’s not that easy. Even with all the time I have I still cannot sit and write about my feelings.
I blame it on the fact that I’m not a girly girl. I’m more in the middle between girly girl and tomboy. While I don’t discuss my feelings over breakfast I don’t go around punching people to show them I like them.
I just hit them cause I can.
Lately I’ve been completely off track. I used to be an avid book reader and now… Well, I’ve been reading the same 300 page book for over two months.
And again I trailed off topic.
I think my failure in not keeping a diary had more to do with the fact that I’m a bit scattered and that I think in a giant circle. No wonder I sucked at math.