Deciding to make an open journal

This post will start my open journaling, where I talk about myself and the people around me, what I think about, how I feel and whatever else I feel like putting down on paper. It is nothing more to it really. Hopefully I can keep it up, and since it is public I will have some sense of acountability. I have no expectation of anyone actually reading it, other then my parents maybe, and maybe my kids when they get older. So that is that from today, I wish myself good luck.
Location: Talyealye

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