keeping a journal is something i never kept up with until this year. i’ve never considered myself a wordsmith, but maybe a logophile—a lover of words. and this year, i’ve rekindled that love.
i remember the pre-social media days of livejournal and xanga. every band, every tv show, had its own forum or message board. it’s like the internet could only handle so much, and that was all we needed.
back then, i honed my creativity, but it was surface-level. i only scratched the surface of who i was. today, with more self-awareness and self-acceptance, i can express what i couldn’t in those early days.
there’s something beautiful about the lofi nature of words in a high-fidelity world of tik tok reels, youtube videos, netflix, and endless noise. it feels cozy, intimate. like wrapping up in a blanket by a warm fire.
i don’t journal every day, but i do it more often than not. and that’s something.
here’s to writing more words in 2025. ✍🏻