I don’t know where or how to begin. Something keeps drawing me to a journal but every time I get around to writing things down I start to become afraid. I think about all of the people that could possibly find it and use it to hurt me.
Let me be clear, there is nobody that actually gives a shit about finding a journal of mine and like destroying my life or anything. It’s just something stupid that I’m paranoid about. I miss tangible notebooks but my 3 year old claims everything and writes in it.. or I get nervous my husband will find it, read it, and be like “Who the fuck did I marry?” Again. Silly thoughts.
That was a good warm up. Maybe there will be a next time.