Wow. A journal. Never had one of these things before. Not a serious one, anyway. The thing about journals that irks me greatly is that it's something anyone can read. For example, if I were to put a deep, dark secret in a journal, nothing would stop my sister from reading it and using it as blackmail.
Not that I have any secrets, of course. That may be hard to believe, but I am not the secretive type. I may not voice my thoughts all the time, but I have nothing festering in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind that no one knows about. Truly. I have nothing to hide. I have nothing to prove. The only thing I look for in life is fun.
Now,