It’s a little connection I find between us that we prefer pen to paper rather than trying to type our way through jumbled thoughts and feelings. It’s something about the way the words look when jotted down with our own unique scribble that makes it our own. And that it doesn’t matter whether we misspell or our grammer would make our 5th grade teacher or even our Senior year Lit teacher scream. Because it’s still our own and nobody really HAS to read it.

But then someone does read it. By mistake. And it’s something that they shouldn’t have read. And it makes you stop writing because “you shouldn’t write something down if you don’t want someone to read it”. Silly me. I thought that was what a journal was for…………..