Start dancing, and I'll blow your brains out
I once wrote in this journal, "This might be the last and final place I feel safe enough to express my thoughts, no matter what they are, with no judgement."
It turns out, that wasn't true, since about October 2019. Luke found this place and read my entries long ago, he only decided to tell me today for some reason.
It wasn't bad enough that he read my physical journal, and I was only just getting used to writing in it again, and now I feel like this place isn't safe any more either.
It's not even like I write about bad stuff on here, I just like having a little place all my own, if that's okay?Writing makes me feel on edge again now.
But it's not okay, and it hasn't existed in a while. I cried today, not nearly as much as I felt like I needed to. Now, I need to try and decide whether I will ever write again, or if I will just give it up; is there even a way I can write without a safe space I can experiment and express myself in?
Luke promised he won't ever read my journals again, but... I don't know, truly.