When I was younger, I had a diary. Make it 4 diaries, each being a huge ledger. I wrote in them nearly every day, and some, more than once a day. God knows what thoughts I had that warranted multiple entries in a day.
I guarded those diaries with my life. My friends in boarding school often saw me hunched over my diary, writing furiously about my life at that time. Thinking back, my life wasn't that happening then (not that it is now!) but I still felt it warranted being inked in memory.
Most of the time, I would write about my crush back then, my friends, people I was mad with, people who were mad at me, song lyrics, the usual stuff. As I grew older, I found less time to pen my thoughts, and more time being engrossed in life. If by life you mean sprawled on the bed with my friends in my quaint little house in Hull, watching Empire Records for the 100th time and eating Las Vagas (not a typo, that's really how it's spelt!) takeouts (the cheeseburger is the best!).
Thinking back, I wish I still kept a diary, 'cos I have memory like Swiss Cheese. I can barely remember what happened yesterday, much less what happened 10 years ago! I blame it on Britain's Mad Cow Disease.
Anyway....I wish I still kept a diary 'cos so much has happened to me, and there are so many places I've been to, and things I've done, which should be documented so my future descendants won't think I'm a loser whose main achievement in life is making a killer lasagna!
I kid.. I actually make a damn good pudding as well.
So, I'll try to properly utilise this space to jot down my thoughts, experiences and memories, and hope my descendants will at least think, "Boy, can she write cr*p!"
At least I tried.
