I did until I was about 14 and discovered that my mom had read it. It severely broke me. I burned them all after that, which makes me a bit sad because I'd like to read what my 14 year old brain thought. I was a bit sex-obsessed. Not much has changed, although it isn't the main focus of my thoughts these days. I had had sex with a guy I had been best friends with since we were 9. I had also hooked up with a guy who I managed to continue hooking up with until I met my current boyfriend. I think it would be fascinating to read what I thought of sex and relationships and myself at that point. I remember some, but I'm sure what I think I thought has slowly changed as I've grown. Now I carry around a journal that has my to-dos. I go through about one a month. But it doesn't have any emotion in it. Just heaps and heaps of lists.
I'm sorry that happened. Oh, jeez. virtual hug