I was forced into writing a journal in school. I was a little hesistant, I don't really enjoy writing about myself, because I don't really have anything I consider interesting to write in a book. I also don't really like lingering on memories, reminiscing has it's place, but I haven't found a major purpose for it, right now it serves as a reminder of what not to do in life.
Ironically enough I have a blog, so I suppose it's not all that bad.
I didn't answer the question. I really have nothing to hide, even private thoughts need to be brought to light at some point so if they take it upon themselves to know what I'm thinking they are now responsible for whatever happens. Curiosity gives responsibility to the cat.