I can't say if it was misplaced or taken, yes, I meant "taken". No, I'm not paranoid. I live with some very dishonest people who take things of personal value to me, photos, jewelry, mementos, and perhaps even journals. I set it down about a week ago intending to pick it up and write. Then I was distracted and went out of the house for an errand. When I returned, it was gone and hasn't been seen or claimed to be seen sense. Or maybe, I did misplace it.. Rather aggravating to not know for sure.
Kinda makes me wonder what I wrote. I guess that is a lesson to never leave written words that I don't intend for others to see. Funny, I used to think a journal was a history for posterity. Then, I thought of it as a personal space to vent and scribble my deepest feelings, and yearnings. Guess I really am an open book now. I hope it's worth reading.
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