I talked to a PB member yesterday and told her something yesterday that made me really think:
I read diaries on here. People that don’t even know that I exist, yet I know so much about them and their life.....
Its just weird thinking about it. There is so much about me, about my life. I just don’t have the words to express. Sometimes don’t have the energy to express and write. I love to read on here and comment once in a while. It makes me feel guilty.
A diary I used to love reading on here blocked me I think :( which is a shame. But I think I have to live with that as I don’t have any entries on here yet.
I had a conversation with a Person yesterday I never met, never spoke to, yet I told her something that not even my mum and dad know....I am very trusting :)
Wishing everyone a great day, where ever you are … from someone that does exist :)
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