secrets

i've kept a diary for quite a few (but short periods) of the last few years of my life. just like anyone else would, i've kept my diary private and made it clear to everyone who has had a chance to sneak a peek at it, that it's off limits. i guess that's because i just assumed that diaries are supposed to be kept that way.

yesterday, when a fiend hesitated and thought ten times before leaving me alone in a room with her diary, i was struck by a realisation.

the only secrets in my diary are things that i could have told someone but didn't have the time to.

that could only possibly mean two things:

i don't really have any real secrets

i have friends who i can tell absolutely anything

it looks like both are true :)