What ever happened to have those old fashioned blank books as journals? The tradition got old, I guess. Way too common. Something everyone (at least every girl) used to do. They'd start each entry with the date and "Dear Diary," followed by the events that followed that day, then hide it under their pillow or mattress. That became something known all too well, and when mothers wanted to know what really went on in their childs life, all they had to do was turn the page.

yeah, if a girl wanted the whole world to know every detail of their lives, they'd publish a book themselves. So how does having an online journal make my life any more private, knowing that the whole world can read everything I type? I think you can answer that. Because no one knows who I am. I have no friends on this network, and I don't intend on having my real life friends join. The book thing became an option x-ed out in my house. I trust no one here.

But still, every person needs a place to vent. Not just the bad things too. There are times when good things need to be vented as well. I'm not about to come here filling every entry with a complaint on how miserable my life is.

But hey, I'm only human