Why?

One question I have tried answering for a long time and given up. I always wanted to keep a diary. Right from third standard when I understood the concept of diaries. But logistical issues of hiding it from prying eyes aside, I was apprehensive. How can you translate feelings into words? Won't that give it a finality it doesn't deserve? Somehow the written word has always been sacrosanct for me....the literature enthusiast in me forever in awe of poets and writers. And in the past few years, bloggers. This is an attempt to cross that bridge. The little girl in me is still scared. I am finally writing....Hope it matches up. To the speed of my thoughts and the intensity of my feelings. But honestly, will it ever?