I've always had a thing for them. Back in 8th grade I had a small one with a hard cover, covered with different color flowers all over (came with a set). I think that's where my randomness started. I would write the most random of things down, like my top 10 songs or baby names. Then I moved to a purple spiral notebook. (Ever since every notebook had to be purple and standard size.) In this one I wrote short stories and my days of poetry began. In the past 8 years I've had only 3 notebooks, only buying a new one when I think the last one is full enough. I say "full enough" because each one has empty pages since I skip pages wherever I feel (that's the randomness again). But these notebooks are a piece of me. Anywhere I go for more than 2 weeks I have to take all of them with me. If I leave them it's like leaving me behind. They're so sacred to me that I only write in them with pens I really like and if my handwritting isn't up to par (I have different handwrittings, don't ask) I'm liable to rewrite everything on the next page (no rip-outs). But what I love about my notebooks is I can see how I've grown and changed. It's funny seeing the 14 year old me compared to me at 17. I just hope it's not a habit that I grow out of. I would love to read what I was thinking/feeling at 21 when I'm 40.
...it's been real luvs --->DEUCES
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