I have personally never liked the idea of writing a journal, where you rant about the things that made you happy and frustrating(mostly). But today, after 22 days of contemplation, I have finally decided to start writing my journal. I am sure that I'd regret what I write today and in the days to come after an year. Well, isn't that the point? I feel like a debutante being presented to the court like they did in the England, back in the 1900s. Here, I will be observed and critiqued for the language that I use or the facts I get wrong or for the silly things I'd be upset about or some million other things. But, hey, who's perfect? I certainly, am not. So, let the journey begin.
P.S. Embrace your imperfections
Nighty night!
S.
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