At the end of December, 2006, I started a new journal. I was nervous, because I put pressure on myself to write worthwhile entries. However, I knew my comfort level would increased. It did. But I kept writing and then would just stop for a while. I felt I had nothing to say at some points, which is dangerous for me. There is a huge issue of losing my voice for me. I want to express my thoughts. I still have this journal.
It's finished. It's full, and I am thrilled to be moving on to a new journal.
Write! Write. Write.
I wrote. I want to keep doing so!
There aren't any flat children, really. --David Foster Wallace
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