Irulan wrote:
When I started this very first diary, as a child of nine or ten, the one that I got rid of right after writing down in it just a coouple of sentences, I also wanted to write down EVERYTHING I did which was, after all, impossible. Every single thing - literally. And due to this fact, I decided to get rid of this diary (just one single unfinished entry) instantly; I put it into a cabinet and later on when I was cleaning said cabinet like a couple of months later, mom came in and noticed that sheet of paper, so she instantly grabbed it and read everything in spite of my wild protests
I felt so humiliated.
Now I hide my diaries in the lowest drawer of my desk, in a special box in which I keep also my souvenirs - my old drawings from my childhood and so on.
Same here, exactly the same, can't believe it - in the lowest drawer with my old drawings
. I now live alone but I put my diary leftovers (I checked, only three survived after I moved to the present apartment) to the highest shelf of my bookshelf. I just went through one from 1985 and found a page with a name of my old time crush written like 30 times
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I named my very first diary "Ćira", that's the nick name for Cyril. "Ćira" was more like my imaginary friend..
Today, I would be more embarassed if I suddenly die and someone find my Google search history
. I would be even more embarassed if I don't die and someone still find it.
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Someone wrote in their signature English is not their first language. Same here.