Your alarm goes off at 7 a.m. and you hear your mom call you from downstairs, something about being late for school. You hit your alarm clock into silence, and that’s when you see his green orbs in your mind again. It’s Harry Styles on your mind.
My main problem with journaling has always been the time commitment. Sometimes, sitting down and writing about my day just seems like a hassle, and in quarantine times, when the days all feel the same, recounting my day is even less appealing.
How many times have you wished out loud that you had time to read for pleasure in your hectic daily life?