You know, I stopped writing in my journal sometime in high school, got sick of people reading my stuff or even me reading over them and seeing how horrible I was, so I would write them out and then take them to the porch and (in a flower pot) set them on fire. It was one way to ensure no one would read it, AND it made me feel better to watch the horribleness burn away.

Only downfall is, lately i've been wanting to read over somethings since i've lost most of my past memories and well, theres no where to find them anymore