and the paranoia sets in   
04:15am 13/04/2009
  i am paranoid that someone i know has
access to and reads this diary,
it sounds crazy but i've convinced myself..
.i've searched google keywords so
many times seeing a way someone who
knows me might link back to here and i'm not sure,
they could type in a screen name of mine,
if they put spaces,
they could find me through the name of a made up religion I have,
but why would someone know or care?
to know all my dirty secrets?
the obsessions,
the depression that i hide so well,
the random slutty encounters,
thoughts/feelings/actions i'm not proud of,
all the lies i hide myself behind,
would i be relieved if someone found them to tell to everyone else?
to free me of my gloom?
is truthiness the absolution i'm looking for?
 
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