I hate being reminded of the "implications" of having an online diary. I know that people can be overly sensitive and all that, but it makes me think, why can't my journalling experience be like everyone else's? Why does mine equal bad experiences, and all the wrong people reading it (by that I mean the people at RMGS). It is one of the reasons I've changed names of children in here, and also referred to people I work with by initials (and not their real initials either).

Sometimes I use this as an outlet, and when I do, it seems that is the time it gets me into trouble. Which sucks. Because that's what it's all about, isn't it? Whether it's online or not makes no difference. It's still a diary, and loads of other people get the respect it deserves, and I don't.

Some things are never sacred.

This is a diary, and those who are close to me, and those who aren't, find out things that often they might not like to find out, and judge me because of them. Sometimes they jump to conclusions and bash me about them later. Which sucks. Because I feel like I have to explain anything which may be misinterpreted. Which controls my writing. Pah, I wish this could be an outlet. But it's not, really. The whole reason why I have a secret (totally totally secret) diary that no-one can read but me. Some things I can't say in here in case so-and-so ever finds it and reads it.

Pah pah pah. This annoys me, but there's no other way. And if this secret diary ever becomes anything but, it would turn into another widescreen.

I'm a diaryland junkie. I have 6 diaries now. The secret one, this one, eating, mydesign, nbnovel02, and one that Jonathan and I can both read, but that I write to. Plus the dead ones, all three of them. Eeeps! Teehee.