I used to write in a diary every night, just wrote about what I did during that day. I stopped a couple years ago because I found it becoming more of a chore than it was enjoyable. Reading through a couple of my “daily activities” from when I was sixteen, I realized how much you forget about the silly little things about yourself, and how much you evolve as a person without even realizing it. Hopefully this will serve my memory well, and kill some time for all you readers.