I used to keep a journal EVERY night. I wrote everything in it. EVERYTHING - every guy I ever slept with, every guy I fooled around with, every thing I drank or smoked, my bulimia. All of it. I found out my mom was reading it when she confronted me at 17 for sleeping with a 26 year old. I burned them right after that. Everyone of them. I was humiliated. I still have a hard time trusting her.
Although now, I wish I hadn't burned them. (I dated my husband in HS so I know I wrote about him lol. I'd love to go back and read what I wrote back then....well maybe it's best that I can't! LMAO)





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