My journal WEEPS...

My journal weeps, it cries out of loneliness and neglect. I still have the same journal from last year i began it at the the end of 2008, and its still there collecting dust maybe getting eaten by a stray rat or something. I started keeping a journal after my shrink recommended , and I found out Kurt Cobain kept one too. I call it a journal because it's not a diary. A diary is something you are supposed to write in every day. I wrote in my journal to keep from going crazy, to let steam off, to write my emotions out. I do believe it really works to write things down. My journal has been there through heartbreaks, school drama, my adventures in wonderland. It helped come back to reality. My journals consist of very thoroughly decorated 100 page composition notebook, unlike Kurt who used 70 page Mead spiral notebooks. Sometimes they started out as math notebooks, notebooks I used for history notes, ultimately they ended with piece of my heart, drawings, poems, sacrificial blood, stolen pictures. The grammar in them is bad. My handwriting is something not even Da Vinci could understand. I carried it everywhere. To write in the bus, class, the public restroom; I stopped carrying it because it was bulky, heavy, I'm uninspired. I haven't written in it for more than a month, and even that the entries are all spaced between the year. I feel bad because my journal has always been there for me.