I shared my first few entries with my English teacher at the time. She wrote back in the journal and we has some kind of correspondence for the first few entries. This kind helped me get into writing, as if it was for someone else even if it was just for me.
The very first entry of my personal journals in 2011. This was the beginning of something great. What is to follow are all my greatest, and worse moments. The pain and joy of my youth. Strap in, adolescence is a bumpy ride.