I love writing, especially journal writing. Some of my best pieces (particularly in letter form to someone I’d cared about — admittedly a handful, from then till now 🙂) I wrote during the height of my emotions. My compositions either made me cringe or laugh after time would elapse. Very few I ended up tossing but most of them I still keep for sentimental reasons. One other fact: Maintaining a blog for more than a decade helped me realize I feel further at ease disclosing my secrets and expressing my inmost contemplations to scantier online followers I’d never get to know. Paradoxically, for my more acceptable creative writing attempts, I had sought online acquaintances (over diff time periods) to serve as my single reader.