For some reason this was a tough topic for me, hence the late post. I'm not sure why exactly. I just kept thinking of this book, and more specifically the girl pictured on the cover. (I bought the book, and it is lovely, but it didn't really help me with this entry.) I kept thinking about the diaries I had as a girl with the stupid locks that are easy to pick. You see I will try to break into my own diary to see how easy it is to break into. I spend hours trying to hide it in a creative location (and then try to remember where I put it). All of this can be exhausting, especially when you consider the fact that I am the kind of girl who religiously writes in my journal only to destroy it months later for fear that someone will read it. I've done this consistently since the 2nd grade. If I don't ruin the journal, I write cryptically (or try to). I thought about creating my own code or learning another language for the sole purpose of concealing my entries from unwanted eyes, but that just takes too much effort.
Incidentally, my parents are notorious snoops, so I blame them for my paranoia.
micron pen in a moleskine sketchbook
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