A diary is an introvert’s confidant.
I was an 18 year old college freshman when I started my first diary. When I renewed my subscription to Seventeen magazine (don’t judge me), I got this really cute gold notebook.
From that moment on, I’ve had several diaries. They’ve been the keeper of my secrets, fears, dreams, failures, etc. Diaries are my confidant when my introversion prevents me from opening up to others.
What are your thoughts on diaries?
You hold all of my secrets, fears, random thoughts, and memories. When emotions become so heavy that sleep is no longer peaceful, I share all with you.
I keep you hidden. Others won’t understand the contents of your pages, judging what they see on the surface.
I’m thankful for the volumes that silently hold so much.