What's more confidential than your innermost private thoughts? When I saw the word BOUNDARIES the first image I had was of a diary.
I've kept journals since I was 10 years old. I don't want to give away my age, but if I stacked them they'd probably go through the ceiling. They've been my venting outlet, my problem solver, my goal setter, and most of all, my place to reminisce. One day when I was a teenager I saw an entry - not in MY handwriting! Someone .... you know who you are... stepped out of their boundaries.... BIG time!
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Hee hee! Guilty! ;o)
Wonderful illustration! I remember when my Dad read some of my pages from my journal, I don't think I spoke to him for weeks! lol!
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