Week 3 Prompt: What did you expect, privacy?
The last people that I want to read my thoughts are those who know me, especially those who are close to me. The diaries and journals I have kept have always been a place for my deepest feelings to come to light. I would write and write and let every idea flow as fast as my pen could carry it. These feelings were not always proud moments for me. I remember a few times I wrote something down and was so immediately shocked by it that I paused writing – sometimes you do not realize how you feel until you try to put it into words. And those words can be ugly. Those words can hurt. The words of a diary lead us to a deeper part of ourselves and those same words betray us the moment someone else reads them. I remember coming back to my bedroom with some drinks and my boyfriend was sitting on my bed texting someone. He seemed a bit more tense, but I was not able to place why. This sort of thing happened a couple of times. We were in a rocky patch and I assumed that was all it was. Two t...