won't you save this conversation.

My memory is not-so-good and short = bad combination. Chatting about old journals, I'd even consider my memories rather unnecessary. Of course, time makes a huge difference in the lacking grammar skills and in formulating all sentences - so I'm not sure whether my "disgust" towards all the old entries in my teenage journals is due to the fact that they are so poorly written or the fact that the only topic was my pathetic long-time crush. Either way, the certainty of knowing that probably at least two members of my family have read the diaries doesn't give any comfort - vice versa. 


How cruel is that. But on the other hand, who cares! Keeping a personal journal is an amazing way of discovering who you are and what do you want to do with your life, and keeping your memories somewhat alive, so let's continue doing that. Even with the fear that someone is there to steal those little pieces of your heart. I can take the risk.