Dear Diary, you're my only friend.
BackstorySometimes I regret sharing as much about myself as I have here. Even pictures of my son, or my husband, or me, let alone stories, facts, information, insights. It's been nice getting to know you all, and it's hard to develop relationships without sharing.
But relationships come with perceptions, opinions, hopes and feelings about how other people live, or should live, their lives, and with the beautiful emotional connections and involvements here comes this other thing, this feeling of responsibility.
I used to say things here that I couldn't say anywhere else. But as I said them, people started responding, remembering, sharing, relating, and now I can't say those things here, either.
There are some things I really need to say. And I don't have anywhere.