Diary

Having returned from my internship, I browsed through my personal diary last night. I think reading an old diary is one of the greatest joys in life. Those of you who keep a journal will know what I'm talking about. It takes you back in time, reminds you of stories you'd completely forgotten about, and brings back all the feelings. You remember the way you were and realize how much you've changed since then.

It's also written proof that, although those years are forever gone, you've thoroughly enjoyed them. It's comforting to know that you've made the most of your life.

Writing in your diary feels great too. It's a place where you can express your most private feelings and thoughts. You create a personal world for yourself that nobody else knows about; it's for you, and you only. It makes you feel important and special.

I guess keeping a diary is a form of self-love. (No, don't be disgusting. I didn't mean it in that way!) You care enough for yourself to record your experiences and keep them for your future enjoyment. (Seriously, stop it!)