I remember when I used to write....

I would write poems, short stories, little books, and journals. I didn't write to escape some horrible life or for any complex reasons. I wrote because it was there in my head and I needed it to get out.
I miss those days. It seems with computers that I virtually stopped writing. My journals are full of empty pages instead of my daily thoughts.
I wonder if blogging can replace the journals or will the thought of someone reading it (by chance) cause me to hold back.
I guess.. I'll see.