It's been a long time since I opened my journal.
The last time I opened the journal was when Father first gave it to me as a gift, the start of the New Years I believe. Father said that it would be good for me to write down my thoughts and feelings as a way to keep my memories when I become a young adult. But I forgot that I had it at all when I went through my desk. It was not until when Mother asked if I had written in my journal yesterday that I found it again. I hope she doesn't catch on that I lied, she would scold me if she finds out...
Honestly, I don't know what to write in my journal. Do I write how my day was? My thoughts or worries? I'm not too sure. Maybe the more I write, the more I will understand and find what to write about.
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Tales from Hearth: My Journal for you
Aktuelle LiteraturI know this is sudden since the last time I've written anything to you, but this has been weighing on me for years. I never had the strength inside me to tell everyone what had happened. Nor had I given you, a truthful reason as to why I choose to l...
