Another Thing About Me.

If you know me, you know I keep a journal. Deedra inspired me to start writing. I started when I was 15 but it took me a minute to really get into it. From April 16, 1990 til this day I can’t seem to put the pen down. Over the years I have had a few people who have had a problem with me writing. I write about life, things I’m going through, relationships, emotions, etc. I got so tired of hearing people mouth I shredded almost ten years worth of my life. From 1999 to 2006 is gone. Those were some depressing years for me so I know I probably wrote everyday. I have tried several times to stop writing but I can’t. Now, I don’t want to stop. Anybody who may have a problem with me writing about them should stay out of my life. I regret shredding my journal. I hate that I let people’s opinions get to me. I write for me, I write because I think it’s good therapy. One thing I learned about myself from my writing is I’m a much more considerate person than I used to be. When I was in high school I was so selfish. Now I think I’m too nice. I wish I still had a little bit of that meanness I used to have back in the day. I see things about myself that I didn’t see back then. I know now that I was in a lot of pain especially my senior year of high school. I have picture of me that wee-wee took right after graduation and I had this big smile on my face but I faked that smile. I remember being so hurt, depressed and not wanting to be there. With Oprah revealing some of her diary entries to the public, it made me proud that I write. I like having the blog because I feel I am a private person but at the same time I do want people to know who I am.