She did, as it happens. I destroyed it publically and dramatically, I was 16 and oddly it no longer embareses me.
Lesson learned, when I finally recovered I actually tried to tell the next one how I felt three years later.
Lesson learned, I gave up.
I didn't find it that useful to be honest, finding stuff to write becomes arbitery, if you write regularly you eventually end up creating a tome of your innermost feelings and realising you've been in love with Jean all these years but she doesn't feel the same.I have been thinking about keeping a journal. I have dozens of notepads laying around for certain books
I actually don't think that kind of self-reflection is healthy, you're better talking to a real person. On the other hand, I have a notebook for when I actually want to write something, be it a few lines of poetry or twelve systematic rules for practising good lay theology.
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