I have tried my whole life to keep one. I have made three proper attempts. Once when I was 7 I kept a diary for a few years (writing in it about twice a year!). I love reading it now - it's hilarious.
I tried again when I was 11 or 12 but I ended up hating it when I read it through again, so I threw it away. I kept a diary from the age of 14 to 17, but again I only wrote in it about every 6 months or so.
I seem to start one then change my mind about how I want it to be. It either becomes too whiney, or boring, as I prevent myself from writing too many private things in there, just in case somebody reads it.
I wish I could keep a diary that I don't regret. One that I write in at least once a week, for a few years. And I read back on it years later and don't want to rip it up in embarrassment.
I want to try again. But I can't decide whether I want to keep it neat and tidy and beautifully written on crisp, white, lined pages...
...or scrappy and colourful, with loads of memories, photos, tickets and scraps stuck in at random.
I think I've tried to do a mix of the two in the past, and it hasn't worked so well. 
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