Accountable to Myself

I used to write a journal entry nearly every day. I'm not quite sure what I wrote about, I'm sure most often than not it was mundane details about boys not worthy of my interest, and going back to read the entries would be painful now. Writing down my feelings and posting them in a nice private online journal started as a great way to relieve stress and "let everything out", since I internalize everything.

But for the past few years I've been abusing my journal.

I've stopped writing about stupid boys, and my (sometimes) unreasonable parents. I don't know if it's because the situations had stopped affecting me, or I just got tired of complaining about the same things over and over again. Maybe I'd worn myself out after writing a few too many essays (yes, Math Majors do get to write plenty of papers), or I lead a very undramatic and calm life that doesn't play out well on paper.

The point is, I stopped writing. Yes occasionally I'd write about my major life updates, like graduating, or moving out, but more importantly I stopped writing about the things in my life that I needed to write about, such as finding a job and re-affirming my faith.

So here we are.

Maybe I needed a fresh slate, a new place to organize my "mature" thoughts. The post-angsty-pre-professional Jasmine's new home is right here.