Live with the fact that you don't know me like you think you did. Deal with the idea that what you read is what I am. Your relationship with me, or with people I talk about in this diary will change because of what you read, that I can promise you. If you can't accept that fact, you need to quit reading. Because I will offend you at some point, and if you're a little bitch about it, you will suffer even more. Realize that this is my diary, and if you take it upon yourself to read this, the least you can do, for your sake, is own up to it. You're taking a peek at my insides. If you look hard enough, you can see my heart beating. Expect to see things you may wish you hadn't.

Obviously this rant was sparked by finding out that someone (who I willingly gave the URL to) read at least one entry in here. That's fine, I don't mind, but I refuse to let this diary become tainted by self-censorship like the last one did.

No one is safe.

That is all.