Once for my birthday, some of my relatives bought me a journal. I took this journal with me when I moved away to college. My first entry was in September 2007. It's a pretty depressing entry about how I have no friends at college. (Thankfully, that changed) From there, I filled those pages with my handwriting -- releasing my emotions into words with ink. I've filled those pages with updates and thoughts and feelings. I've talked about what I did over the weekend to who I want to go on a date with even though they don't know I exist. I've wrote countless prayers in that journal. I've cried Continue Reading