When I was very young, I had terrible luck with best friends. They always seemed to move away just after we got very close. Of course, those relationships were always very new and didn’t last when distance was introduced. For this reason I began writing a diary. Not a journal, a diary. I wrote in it with every intention of giving it to my final best friend, a person who I thought would never leave me. Slowly though after a few weeks of writing in it, I decided that the idea was very silly and if I recall correctly, I got rid of it.
I find it interesting that my method of personal writing was established when I was very young–I’ve always been a letter writer.To this day, I find myself writing letters to people. Often, which I never give them.