I visited the Anne Frank museum today and if anything it cemented my resolve to document more of the things I experience. A diary can be a record of who you really are at that point in time. Even Anne Frank's father didn't know the real Anne Frank, although she trusted him enough to let him keep her diary in between moments when she was writing it.
It was also nice to realise she was a scribbler like me, writing short stories about people she knew and herself. I don't know if I want to read her short stories though.
What I do want to do is improve my handwriting, because hers was miles better. People don't handwrite things anymore.
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