Someone had already read it.
To who ever that was, I'm sorry . . . but I shouldn't have told that story.
Many years ago I would send emails to my friends. Those emails were intended to inform and entertain. Then it was suggested that I keep this journal, that way many more people could be entertained.
When I set it up, I made a rule that I would never write a journal out of anger. Since I am seldom angry, that wasn’t an issue. Over the years I have written a few journals that I edited or deleted. But those were more of a drunken mix of illiteracy and not anger.
Last night I became VERY angry. Then something inside of me died. I’ve never felt so much pain. Then I went out and hurt a nice person by doing the same thing that someone just did to me. I ignored them. Then to make matters worse, I took advantage of another person for my own pleasure.
I’m taking a vacation from writing.
I never knew . . . .
Oh fuck it?!?!
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