Right after something happens, I would think of the things I want to write in my journal; things I'm angry about, upset about, anything that'll help get it off my chest. However, I usually don't have the time to do that. There's always an obstruction, or a distraction that'll steer me away from writing out my frustrations and I have no choice but to re-think on what I'm going to write, editing and choosing words that'll truly describe my current mood.
But once I am settled down, have all the privacy and time to myself, I don't write it. Why? I just decided to sweep it under the rug. I am so used to bottling things up, I just file it away in my head and leave it alone. There's a little compartment in my brains for my mental diary that is kept in the form of memories.
Memories that I am so afraid of suddenly spilling out and have me drowning in them.
