You wanted me to keep a journal that you could read. Last time I saw you, you were disappointed because I had only written one entry... This time round I feel like I have written too much. Why would you want to read several pages of me moaning about life? I'm embarrassed by what I have written but there isn't anything I can do now. I preferred it when I used to print out things I had written online...I could edit that and pick and choose what I showed you. I guess that is the point, so I can't hide it from you. But I still don't like it. I just hope this plan of yours works...I can't keep going on like this