Someone took my highschool diary, read it, and made certain comments about its contents. I was deeply offended.
I threw the diary - along with my once precious memories in it - into the trash can.
Those memories aren't mine anymore.
...of dancing burritos.
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1 comments:
Ah diaries. How I cherished them before, how I hold onto those memories and then...I let them go. Finally. :)
Yeah, it's upsetting to find someone reading it without your permission. Well who read this?
-Yvie
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