10:48 (am)-

Scratch a love, find a foe. its a very true and intimidating quote. I was scratched last night, partly by the curse of Curiosity, and partly by my false hope. Logically, it should come as no shock that a journal that is open to the public would be read by someone in the public. It is this return of my reason that has allowed my disappointment in myself and in him to subside. The poor boy was in tears last night, guilt consuming him. Even now, i know he is kicking himself for the whole ordeal. I told him it was alright, and that i would get over it, but i have to admit that im happy that he is a little miserable. I hope he never lets his curiosity cover his logic again. I have never hidden anything from him, and if i write things down and publish them, it is because i want them to be read and enjoyed. My thoughts are my own, to hide or to expose whenever i find it fitting.... Oh well. It has passed and I have forgiven him. Ill put it behind me, along with the end of another year. There are too many things to look forward too, and i dont want to miss them because im spending all my time looking at the past. This small offense was just a reminder, but  i will continue to write. I love it too much. this is my intimate corner of sanity. This is my little place and intend to keep it. I hope everyone has at least one moment this year, that makes the entire year worth living in.