When I was a teenager, I use to turn off the lights in my bedroom, light candles, put a CD in my stereo (usually The Cure), and feel sorry for myself.

I would also write poems, read books, and really take the time to listen to myself and to my feelings. At that time in my life, I had no idea who I was and I wasn't allowed to be anything.

Now, there are some nights where I slow down enough and think that maybe I should light some candles and ... write in my journal. Except, I don't feel sorry for myself. And I don't feel like I need to explore my feelings as much. But I want still want to write - I just worry it doesn't have the meaning it use to.