I didn't like journals as a kid because people would read them. (You were required to have them in school and the teachers would read them and comment on them. I hate that. So I would basically just throw some 'choice words' directed at my teachers for my school journal instead of actually writing in it)
Then because of that, the idea of having one at home was absolutely terrifying, cause school basically taught me that journals are basically there for adults to read.
So having no personal outlets I just put it all into my characters and called it a story. Just a depressing nothing will get better, I'm so alone, LGBT kid living in the closet feels disguised with a plot.
It was pretty genius thinking back. For some reason adults were obsessed with getting in your business and wanting to read personal stuff like blogs and journals, but no one gave a fuk about any stories you were writing to the point where even if you wanted a parent or teacher to read you stories no one would and would pull every trick in the book to avoid having to read it.
Fast forward to now, found it cleaning up, decided "you know, I could actually work on this and make it into a legitimate story" and well, here we are.