I have collected a few journals over the years:
This is my most recent addition:
They are filled with all sorts of wisdom- especially the ones from the teenage years. PAH! Hopefully I never become famous so they can't be published posthumously. But the empty pages call to me. I have to fill them with things; lists, rants, raves, and pure nonsense. I can't explain the lure. Perhaps it is connected to my fondness for new pens. I don't mind feeding that addiction.