As a human of the XX chromosomes, I have owned and written in my fair share of journals, diaries, and notebooks. Recently, in the sweltering evenings of the summertime, I have returned to writing in a journal to cure my insomnia (even though it is about 12:16 AM right now) and have neglected my online existence. Especially here at blogspot. As much as I enjoyed visually spreading out my thoughts to observe, my brain moves too quickly from subject to subject. The end result is always a restless mind full of thoughts and a severe hand cramp. Seeing as I am back online, a viable conclusion is that I have once again given up on a physical journal. And for the n-th time, I feel guilty for neglecting my journal. Even though it is a nonsentient object. I have countless notebooks from my childhood that have twenty pages filled out and then...nothing. What do I do with those blank pages? I don't want to waste them, but those notebooks are so immature and uninspiring.
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