I thought making this blog would make me feel better. It kind of didn’t.

April 25, 2011. My first journal entry. I was five days away from my 11th birthday, and I was excited to have something I could call my own. I didn’t write every day, but I stuck with it.

As the years went on, I became obsessed with documenting rather than expressing. I was afraid of losing information, something that could be a reminder of the past, even if I have no attachment to it. My entries became long and tiresome. Eventually, it became impossible to keep up amidst the growing complexity of life in high school.

Fast forward to 2025. Now, as I begin my transition from a career that isn’t for me to a master’s program in Information and Library Science, I got the impulse to start something new.

I bought the domain (understatedjournal.com ⁠— try it out lol). Money is gone now so I need to make the most out of it. I need to face my fear of losing information and memories. One of the reasons why I couldn’t journal online was because I was afraid the internet wouldn’t exist in the future (a very real fear now). I’ll try a backup, like printing out each entry and keeping those safe.

I look forward to the new musings that await.

Take care,

Quiet

currently listening to: Symphony No. 2 in B minor ⁠— Alexander Borodin