Dear Diary,
This book was meant to be a place where I could say anything I wanted. Diary, you are supposed to be a best friend of sorts; a friend who I can tell anything, and not worry about what you think. But the sad truth is, you cannot be that splendid outlet I was hoping for. I don’t feel comfortable organizing my ghastly thoughts to you because you can be read. All my secrets could be looked upon be anyone’s curious eyes.
All this was just to say: I have a lot on my mind… ~But I can’t tell you.~
Yours Truly,
Me
2/2/13
This book was meant to be a place where I could say anything I wanted. Diary, you are supposed to be a best friend of sorts; a friend who I can tell anything, and not worry about what you think. But the sad truth is, you cannot be that splendid outlet I was hoping for. I don’t feel comfortable organizing my ghastly thoughts to you because you can be read. All my secrets could be looked upon be anyone’s curious eyes.
All this was just to say: I have a lot on my mind… ~But I can’t tell you.~
Yours Truly,
Me
2/2/13
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