Sometimes you “set out” to do something and realize you’d only intended to follow through if everything went according to plan. Not how this world works
once when I was little my cousin found my diary and proceeded to read it + make fun of me and ever since then I’ve had a deep fear of keeping a physical diary even though I desperately want one and feel it would be great for my mental health
friends who journal, are you writing to yourself or your future self or an imaginary audience or are you genuinely able to completely separate yourself from the concept of anything you write ever being read