My sweet friend the paper

Journal is precious. You have to leave artifacts, you have to leave traces behind or it's gonna get lost. It'll be gone if you're not careful in constructing a map, if you don't write your life's book, somebody else's life's book, it won't exist. You can't trust your mind to the vicious harlot that is time. She will seduce you, a slow burn that turns into an inferno quicker than you can cry for your mama. So write down everything you can. It seems pitiful but it's 2009 now and in 2015 you might be trying to remember something you did with your friends. You might need to. Consider it for insurance purposes, betting against your own memory in the future.