this was my first diary. i was 7 years old. seems so cute and innocent, right? where a girl who could barely write would write about bunnies and rainbows.
but no, instead i filled it with the names of every kid in my class and graded their appearance, intelligence, and niceness. also added their phone numbers.
what a little witch i was! as much as i’d like to be an INFP, there’s no denying i am an INFJ. i probably should have channeled this judginess into becoming a college admissions officer.
