i need, a little inspiration please

I think it's been about a year since I started writing this whatever-it-is. I'm not very good at it. At the beginning of 8th grade, my English teacher assigned us a journal. We had to, I believe, produce one notebook page a week. She didn't read them, just skimmed to make sure the requisite page had been produced. I filled approximately 12 spiral bound notebooks that year. I toted them with me everywhere, wrote in them in class while pretending to be taking notes, wrote in them in study hall, wrote in them at home while pretending to do homework. I had a journaling addiction. This process continued through high school, although with a little less fervor. I filled a couple of notebooks a year. I kept writing a little bit into the first few months of college, but I stopped shortly after I began talking to D. The last (paper) journal entry I ever wrote said something along the lines of: I met a wonderful boy, the love of my life. I never knew it would be like this, and I don't really have anything more to say here. It was true. The thing is, all the thoughts and ideas and emotions and jokes and...stuff that I put into the journals, I gave to D. instead. It was wonderful to be able to do so then, and it still is now, 4 1/2 years later. I think this is the reason that I find writing here to be a continual struggle; I think about a lot of things and have every intention of writing them down, but then D. gets home and I tell him instead and then I've moved on to something else. So this is my uh, end-September resolution. I want a record of my life, something more permanent and less fleeting than memories. I will write, something, anything here at least twice a week. We'll see how it goes.