december 0.2
I just found out the most awful thing.
An aquaintance emailed me and told me he had been at a friends house and she had taken out this diary she'd found at a café in town ten years ago. She had meant to try and give it back to it's owner, but never really gotten around to it.
She and he had re-read the diary.
And as he read he had discovered it was actually my old diary.
He emailed me and told me he'd found it and asked if it was mine, but also saying he was 99 % sure it was.
Well, since it actually had photos of me from 10 years ago in it.
I remember losing this diary and looking for it.
I feel so sick right now I don't know what to do with myself.
I want to throw up, I feel faint, my heart is racing and I just want to cry. I can't sleep.
all I can think about is how this horrible person has had my diary for 10 years and obviously not just read it, but also passed it around for other people to read.
This is a diary from when I was 17 and very frail and depressed. I can't stand the thought of other people reading things I wrote to keep myself alive.
How can you be so sick? How can you be so respectless?
I have no words, all I have is anger and angst.
An aquaintance emailed me and told me he had been at a friends house and she had taken out this diary she'd found at a café in town ten years ago. She had meant to try and give it back to it's owner, but never really gotten around to it.
She and he had re-read the diary.
And as he read he had discovered it was actually my old diary.
He emailed me and told me he'd found it and asked if it was mine, but also saying he was 99 % sure it was.
Well, since it actually had photos of me from 10 years ago in it.
I remember losing this diary and looking for it.
I feel so sick right now I don't know what to do with myself.
I want to throw up, I feel faint, my heart is racing and I just want to cry. I can't sleep.
all I can think about is how this horrible person has had my diary for 10 years and obviously not just read it, but also passed it around for other people to read.
This is a diary from when I was 17 and very frail and depressed. I can't stand the thought of other people reading things I wrote to keep myself alive.
How can you be so sick? How can you be so respectless?
I have no words, all I have is anger and angst.