A lot of people with whom I’m close with started to read these journals and at first I was uncertain about how their perceptions about me would change once they read what I’m thinking and my clusterfuck of a mind, but every one of them told me how it touched them personally. And I think that’s one of the reasons why I write. The first is for myself: to sort my thoughts and analyze situations and my relationships with people and how I feel about everything. The second is for other people: to make my written thoughts kaleidoscope into how other people view me; to let them know that most of us are actually dealing with a lot of the same problems, and to be vulnerable with my friends. One of my friends told me he started keeping a journal because I told him it would help sort out his thoughts. And one of the freshmen I’ve gotten to know recently through debate told me I inspired her to start writing journals. I love that I’m able to reach people unintentionally. I think that’s the best way; to relay meaning without purposefully intending to do so in the slight chance that it makes the content seem disingenuous.