10:15 pm

Whoooo-hoooooo! I've been daily journaling for 100 days and I feel great about it!! Poppy and I did have the party, celebrating my victory of journaling for 100 days. She told me how proud she was for me to do it for this long. I too can't believe that I've gone so far onto this daily journaling. How do I feel about that? Well, I feel great because I was able to journal throughout my hard times to my best times to my embarrassing times. 

So, here's a recap of my first daily journal entry. (Actually my very first journal entry was a bit long, so I decided to write an excerpt of it.)

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Journal Entry #1

The one thing about me is that I am like a safe box that will never open for anyone, even if it is my own emotions and feelings. With this situation, Poppy brought me this journal last night, which I can't believe that I'm writing in it at the moment. So, how did I end up writing in this journal?I have no idea what else to write about...oh, no. This is what it was like when I wrote in my old journal. Old journal? Yes, I do have one, but I never consistently wrote in it, but who knows, if I stay consistent in writing this journal. I will try. I'm ending this entry with the following: My main goal is to write in my second journal daily. Maybe it will help me open up somehow. I'm not promising because I fear writing about anything deep and personal in my journal. I will write my very first prompt for this journal today.

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My Reaction: To be honest, I can't believe what I wrote, and I understand. I did eventually open up in my journal and add a bit of personal and deep information here, but it's a bit small...maybe? Well, overall, I'm working on that everyday. And I'm having fun doing this daily journaling.

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Quick update on my writing: It has been good, and I've been enjoying every second of outlining. I finished plotting my story, and I'm off to work on a bit of the setting. Like what!?! What about the scenes? Well, I'm hoping to work on that tomorrow because I just got back from Poetry Slam. Yeah, it's been fun, and emotional. It made me uncomfortable at first, but soon I got a bit used to it (kind of). Okay, enough of me rambling. Today is World Poetry Day. I love reading poems, and I always wanted to write a poem, so here I am, my first attempt of writing a poem.

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My First Poem

Bunker

My bunker home had a problem of having moss.

And seeing that made me feel cross.

I tried my best to scrub that dang moss off.

But it wouldn't budge, which made me scoff.

After ten minutes of scrubbing, I felt like I loss with the moss boss.

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HAHAHA!!! Now that last part of the poem had made me laugh so much! Okay, this poem is a good start for me. Poppy once told me that I was good with poetry, especially if it's my way of giving out compliments or when I show her affection. Aw, isn't that nice? Anyways, I'm going to go back into my outlining my settings, and I can't wait to journal tomorrow. Goodnight.