Friday, April 14, 2006

I never really understood the idea behind keeping a diary. It seemed fundamentally wrong to me as an idea...then again..thats the the thing about life....it's sometimes a blend of irony and denial...

We live our entire lives, guarding those pages...writing in them, things that are meant for us and us alone...but somewhere ..i think each of us....tries to picture a face reading through our scribbles....reacting, appreciating..no matter how much we deny it.

The fact is, some part of us ...is an exhibitionist afterall, no matter how many secrets the diary contains..and no matter the countless thoughts it holds...the fact is, we write it because one part of us...wants it to be read..