The first journal I ever filled up in the way that I still continue to do, I received my senior year of high school from someone very important to me. It was thick and flimsy with empty pages calling my name. I started writing in journals during the hardest part of my life and that was when I realized that writing was what I was missing in my life. To say that I need to write to survive might be a stretch, but not by much.
My first journal is hard for me to look at because it's terribly unorganized. I didn't use the same system that I use now and it's full of arbitrary lists. Most of all, it's hard for me to read what I was thinking and what I was feeling because I am a totally different person now. I'm an adult, dammit.
Despite the fact that it was hard, I did it anyway. These are the best things that I came across, both funny and not. Enjoy.
This is just the first half of my incredibly embarrassing first journal. If I ever work up the nerve to type out the second half, I'll let you know. Until then, try not to make too much fun of me or I'll dig up some dirt on you.