Today, my father read my diary. it consisted of the innermost feelings that I share with no one. I never reread them and I leave all feelings on that page, on that day. The anger I felt was horrible, I threw the paper away and refuse to even acknowledge it. What I was going to write here, is now tainted, it's been seen by eyes that have not been granted permission and all the freedom in that paper is now in his head. I was questioned about if I'm venting and I responded "why did you read my mind, you nosy man?", he apologized but I still felt as though he ripped a part of me, a part of what makes me sane and relaxed. Now I know to keep everything even more hidden, more hidden than before. I thought my mind was a locked door, but people keep trying to get in, can I get peace from this world? Even in my own head?