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i am getting the feeling that nobody is reading my diary any longer. that's ok. i should be happy that i am some getting some sort of privacy afterall. it turns out, or so he said, that j read my handwritten journal. i guess i should have hid it, but unfortuanatly i put too much trust into people. i did get to read through some intence yet inspiring words through trying to figure out what he had discovered.
i think that i have probably lost a bit of trust in human kind this go around. i think that this time i will learn from my mistakes and learn who to trust.
love is so blind and this is the first time that i have really knew that statement or cliche to be true. not so much even from my eyes but from his. he sees me as this person that i am not and never was. he sees me as an idea and not a person.
why would i not persue someone that sees not as an idea but as a smart woman? why not?
written at 4:12 a.m.