From as young as I could remember, I always kept a diary. That diary was my safe space to vent, scream, spill tea and just write down any passing thoughts. I’ve been documenting my life from as young as middle school, and today, I thought I’d share some of them. Tonight I read through my journals from when I was 15, to 16, and even up to my more recent years in uni. It’s always so interesting (and cringy) to hear what my past self used to think, as well as what my life used to be like, so click play if you’d like to join in on this reflective (and embarrassing) experience :))