Do you know what's one of the saddest things ever?
My journal is in code.
Do you know what's even sadder?
There's probably someone out there who could understand it.
I'm not saying it's sad that people understand me, but it's sad that people are so ... non-privacy these days. With all this media flying around, who's to say what's not said about you? Everyone has to be careful, and with that, nobody says what they want to because they're afraid of who will hear.
And when they do say what they want to, the wrong people do.
I wish there was a filter for life and the people who populate mine. I wish there was a net I could use to trap things that I've let loose ...
A way to stop the ripples, but that's where the water ends.
My journal is in code.
Do you know what's even sadder?
There's probably someone out there who could understand it.
And when they do say what they want to, the wrong people do.
I wish there was a filter for life and the people who populate mine. I wish there was a net I could use to trap things that I've let loose ...
A way to stop the ripples, but that's where the water ends.
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