My blog isn’t my diary, it’s my friend

I was thinking about journals and diaries recently. I don’t like them, something about the way I envision a diary makes it difficult to maintain. In my head it implies I have to write my feelings down, which I don’t like to do. Something something write it down makes them real, and I don’t want to acknowledge them, something something. But I felt I needed to write something for my future self. So I created my anti-diary, aka my notebook. Rather than writing about how I feel, I write about what I want. It’s way more objective, and somehow I think it resonates more with the person I am. Here a list of things I wrote in my notebook: Commentary about a book I was reading; Ideas of things to write for the blog; Things I want to do, step by step; Books I want to read, in a organizes list; My attempts at poetry; Some epiphanies and thoughts I had; My thought process while creating something; I actually like doing it so I think it will have a longer life than my jounal. All that to say, my…