I have one, have had it for the past 10 years. I don’t really write common entries though. While it’s a book to take notes on various things, or just doodle in, there are ’‘entries’’, but I mostly write everything in a way that it only makes sense to me, and would be gibberish to anybody else. Some of it sounds like failed Victorian poems about vampires, for example. Sometimes I just draw, like when a pet of mine died, I didn’t write anything about it, I just made a drawing of him. It’s just that if someone takes a peek, I don’t really want them to understand. It feels good expressing myself, but it’s only for me and fuck everyone else. :D
It’s not that I wouldn’t want to share anything really, just that being all honest like that with myself would make me feel vulnerable if someone saw it.
It’s got so much crap in it though, and only a few pages left. Thing is falling apart too. Need a new one, but not until this one is full. (although in the past years I’ve been neglecting it a lot, if I wrote/doodled in it as much as I did before, it would be filled up by now) But it’s been with me ever since I moved to this province, storing it away is gonna make me feel sad, I just know it haha.