Merry late Christmas

I found myself engulfed in irreplaceable presents, and something was missing. Maybe my happiness, maybe my success, maybe my encouragement, or maybe just my own damn opinions. I received one special present, that I outshine to the rest of my wonderful presents. I received this gorgeous, vintage, leather journal. The vintage look is probably the most convincing of it's beauty. I usually am never so fascinated on such an abstract object, but this is, everything I could ever want. Since this lovely journal has been brought into my possession, I haven't the slightest clue on what to write in this precious antique. I could portray my horrible live, or I could just write to my mother, or I could even just explain  my lessons in life, and how to solve your problems. I still don't know what to even dare start off with in my dear journal, but I know my mind can think of something useful, and creative. I hope.