I’ve always been a diary kind of person. There’s a whole box of them somewhere, dating back to when I was eight and I had crushes on dirty little boys who killed frogs and ate boogers.
Here’s a tip that I’m about to follow:
Burn your diaries after they’re finished. No one needs to read that shit.
About Nikki
I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.
