Countless attempts to start a journal throughout the years but nothing ever stuck. I would write for a day or two and then forget it exists for a few weeks before finding the journal again. Even then I found it hard to write because nothing ever happened, and writing my thoughts was a risky thing to do, so it mostly consisted of the classes I attended that day in school, or what I ate which made it look like the journal of a retired person. Besides, being in a somewhat strict household also made it difficult to keep a journal. There were a lot of things I kept from my parents and having every thought and aspect of my daily routine on paper just seemed like it would assist to my future imprisonment, therefore, it wasn't something I was willing to risk since I had limited freedom as it was.
My first attempt was in high school, and while many believe it to be the place where a lot of drama takes place, there really wasn't enough going on in a day to make a journal out of it. However, I do regret not doing it as I would have loved to be reading back through memories now. I recently found that it has become hard to remember the names of class mates.
This journal will be a series of mini stories based on dreams that I had the night before. I've been through a period in which my sleeping pattern was jumbled which caused dreamless nights for a few months. Now that it has been somewhat fixed, my dreams are back and they are random.
YOU ARE READING
I had a dream last night
RandomA dream journal (I'll come back to the description, I can't think of anything good right now)