Through me tell the story.

Over the last year I have kept my thoughts tucked away in a brown leather journal...on it's pages my heart, spilled out. I wrote without changing a thing, and without holding back. As I wrote my final entry in it last night I begin flipping through it. Reading and shaking my head, letting out small sighs...it only took me several pages to realize why I kept a journal... in a matter of seconds it put everything over the past year into perspective. Keeping a journal is a good thing, it reminds me just how stupid and naive I can be at times. Live and learn.