When I was younger I couldn’t quite get to grips with writing a diary, I just couldn’t let it all out. I would write what I thought I would like to read back, blag to myself that it didn’t really happen that way: I wasn’t really that hurt, we said everything I wanted to hear, it was the best night of my life, I wasn’t that selfish, did I really wear that?

To do this the right way I’m going to do it my way! All I need to remember is that I’m not a natural born writer but that I am capable of writing. I’m going to approach this in the same way in which I approach the gym which is to just run, to just lift, to just do it. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do, I’m going to write down my thoughts and just let it be. Hopefully it ends up better than the gym because I’m still a bad runner and I sweat profusely whilst wearing rather garish looking yoga pants likely to induce a migraine but it’s a sense of therapy all the same.

Wish me luck.







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