I have been wondering whether I should start up a diary again. I am notoriously bad at keeping diaries, I have only managed to keep one properly for a few months, during a trip I made to the Sahara some years ago. I felt it would be worthwhile recording the things I did and saw there, and reading over it was incredibly nostalgic and unintentionally hilarious. But the other parts of the diary (from the same year) were so bitter I had to stop reading. I was living at home at the time with my parents and they were always having these awful fights, which I remember clearly without the diary... and it surprises me how much I *felt* back then, almost all of it bad. Perhaps keeping a diary only to go back and read it years later as a different person is not a good thing. Or perhaps diaries should be written, but not read. . .
Every time I think about that diary I want to burn it, but something usually stops me from doing it. I doubt I will find the motivation to start a new diary though. Maybe just a book to excise thoughts into. I think a lot, sometimes I think it would be interesting to write those thoughts down again, but almost right after I think this is somehow a bad idea and never take steps toward doing it.
I only think I should because there is no outlet for them otherwise.