Well, I've done it, I've listened to my therapist for the first time and have started this journal.
I really have no clue what I should write about.
My day? My life? Myself?
*looks up and sighs, setting the pen down*
*mumbling to myself*
- This is so stupid...
*straightens myself*
-No, no, Luna... you can do this!
*starts writing again*
Well, I suppose I can start by writing a few things about myself, as boring as my life may be.
I am Luna, another catkin living in Felmington Heights, and work at The Velvet Grooves, which is a record store.
I enjoy my job, my boss is an old grumpy cat who grew up in the sixties with a vast knowledge about music, who claims, played bass for The Doors before Larry Knechtel, but I don't believe him (I pretend I do tho).
I like him, I know he has a soft side that he tries to hide with his grumpiness... is grumpiness even a word? Who cares. If it wasn't for him, I'd still be a gatekeeper cat who listens to death metal and nothing else.
Most of our clients are people we know, and they're generally nice. I particularly like the old lady who always brings us random treats for no reason. She seldomly buys records but, hey, who can complain about free baked goods?
Felmington is alright, moved here when I left home at 18 years old to get away from the big city and looking for greener pastures. Been living here for, what is it? 22 years now? Wow... writing that made me feel OLD.
Life here is peaceful, which is something I really enjoy about this small city, well, I shouldn't call it small since it's grown a bit but still keeps its calm nature and charm.
What else? ...
*taps the pen on my chin, thinking*
Well, I enjoy music, cooking, nature, looking at art, simple and cliché things like that. Just another ordinary cat living through the notions of life and trying to do the best they can to be happy.
English is my second language, which will explain why my grammar sucks... Now that I think about it, my Spanish grammar sucks too.
But well, my therapist said that journaling can help me better understand and organize my thoughts and emotions, which can be wild at times and who cares about grammar if this journal is only for my eyes.
I like to drive to the store to get groceries
*chuckles to myself*
- That was stupid, Luna
*continues writing*
Guess that's all I have for today, a pleasure to meet you, journal... I hope we'll become well acquainted.
*closes the journal and sets the pen down*
- Here goes nothing, I suppose...
I really have no clue what I should write about.
My day? My life? Myself?
*looks up and sighs, setting the pen down*
*mumbling to myself*
- This is so stupid...
*straightens myself*
-No, no, Luna... you can do this!
*starts writing again*
Well, I suppose I can start by writing a few things about myself, as boring as my life may be.
I am Luna, another catkin living in Felmington Heights, and work at The Velvet Grooves, which is a record store.
I enjoy my job, my boss is an old grumpy cat who grew up in the sixties with a vast knowledge about music, who claims, played bass for The Doors before Larry Knechtel, but I don't believe him (I pretend I do tho).
I like him, I know he has a soft side that he tries to hide with his grumpiness... is grumpiness even a word? Who cares. If it wasn't for him, I'd still be a gatekeeper cat who listens to death metal and nothing else.
Most of our clients are people we know, and they're generally nice. I particularly like the old lady who always brings us random treats for no reason. She seldomly buys records but, hey, who can complain about free baked goods?
Felmington is alright, moved here when I left home at 18 years old to get away from the big city and looking for greener pastures. Been living here for, what is it? 22 years now? Wow... writing that made me feel OLD.
Life here is peaceful, which is something I really enjoy about this small city, well, I shouldn't call it small since it's grown a bit but still keeps its calm nature and charm.
What else? ...
*taps the pen on my chin, thinking*
Well, I enjoy music, cooking, nature, looking at art, simple and cliché things like that. Just another ordinary cat living through the notions of life and trying to do the best they can to be happy.
English is my second language, which will explain why my grammar sucks... Now that I think about it, my Spanish grammar sucks too.
But well, my therapist said that journaling can help me better understand and organize my thoughts and emotions, which can be wild at times and who cares about grammar if this journal is only for my eyes.
*chuckles to myself*
- That was stupid, Luna
*continues writing*
Guess that's all I have for today, a pleasure to meet you, journal... I hope we'll become well acquainted.
*closes the journal and sets the pen down*
- Here goes nothing, I suppose...
