I’ve been writing for a while, it’s always been something I liked. I was also one of those girls who every night would write in their diary. Sometimes it was useless stuff about my day sometimes it was about life choices or things that deeply affected me. It was my doodling place, my outlet for ideas. I wrote almost everyday for 4 years. But one day in grade 6, something changed. I got this deep sense my mom was reading it. I freaked out and tore up the pages and cried. My mom got so worried. She refused to rest until I told what my secret diary was about. She constantly thought I was hiding a double life, a drug deal, a boyfriend, basically anything she thought would be considered private or secret. It has been two years since that happened. My mother has regained trust in me. But yet I feel empty. How I long to write again. But I just cant, always in the back of my mind is the truth, diaries are made for parents to read. They are a gateway to our lives and deepest secrets. I miss my emotional outlet. But you know anyone can sacrifice stuff for privacy. But in all seriousness would you risk it? Diary or no diary?