I could kick myself for not keeping a diary. Every time I want to, I think it’s too late to start it because some life event happened and I didn’t write it down and I’ve already let details of it slip my mind. One of my roommates has kept one for years, and I think it’s so cool to be able to look back and read what you were thinking and see how you felt at the time. Even if it makes you feel like an idiot half the time! It just means you’ve grown. Plus, it’s good to laugh at yourself! 

I have little things that I’ve written down in random places when I just need to let it out and transfer my thoughts onto paper. It really feels good. But it’d probably be impossible to find ‘em all, because it’s usually just random blurbs written down on whatever piece of paper was closest to me at the time, or in the margins of my notes I was trying to study as my mind was wandering.

But, I think I might go out and buy a diary tomorrow. And… just start out making one huge entry recapping the past almost four years of my life. And I’ll try and remember how I felt and how my brain worked back then. I’ve grown a lot over these last few years, so it might be even better to start one now… and be less embarrassed when I look back at what I’ve written.