The urge to buy/steal (only from my sister’s room!) every notebook in sight has been a thing for me for as long as I can remember. I had multiple diaries at once and would always find ways to rationalize the need for a new one when I found an awesome new book that felt great in my hands. These days, my love for stationary stores has only grown and it’s no longer a battle with my parents to buy new notebooks but with myself. I pretty much have one for whatever mood I’m in… I just wish I had more stuff to actually write down.