All my life, I’ve been nagged by parents and by peers to start keeping a journal, especially because I’ve told them I’m an aspiring writer. In the past, I would always start with a brand new notebook, write a few entries and then completely forget about it a couple weeks later. I was never motivated enough to stay with it until the end. Starting from January, that all changed. I went out to purchase a new notebook and I put pen to paper. What surprised me the most was that I actually loved to write in it. Once I started rambling, I couldn’t stop. Some of my entries were about 3 pages long. It was such a great way to relieve stress and other emotions. You could yell as loud as you wanted in there, and no one could tell you to be quiet. It was almost like an escape…