Why can't we tell the truth more often? Why do we feel the need to hide things, or lie to protect someone's feelings? In the end, when they are told the truth does it not hurt them more to know that we lied or kept that truth from them?? Hmm...something to think about.

Truth be told, I think that this diary is coming to an end. There are many people who read this and though I appreciate that I am still in your thoughts, I know that you read this...I censor myself because you read this...I word things certain ways (as I am right now) so to make you think, so to make you wonder 'is she talking to me or to someone else?'. Never mind anymore, it's not important...

Soon this will all be over, and you will not know where I have gone to...unless you ask...and unless I let you know.