Writing used to be a major part of my life. I used to write poems and stories, most of which I have never shown anyone. These days, the only writing I do is for school or in my private journal.
    
I do not write in my journal everyday or even every week. I only write in it when upset or when I have big news. Whenever I start to write in it, I can hardly stop. Writing in my journal is the only time these days that I remember how much I love to write. I love being able to spell out my goals, my dreams, and my disappointments. I fell weight being lifted off my shoulds, as I am relieved of carrying the burden of a secret.
    
My journal entries are total stream-of-consciousness writings. I may start out writing about one thing and end on a completly different topic. I do not worry about grammar or spelling, and my entries are the most truthful words I have ever written because I do not have to worry about anyone else reading them.