I gave away my journal. I kept it for three years. I would rip out pages, scratch out and paste over everything I wrote. So self critical. Then I finally gave it away as a gift. To a friend, to remember me by. Now, a year later, i wonder where it's been.Has it been abandoned along the way? I almost hope so. And I hope that someone else owns it now and reads all those thoughts and wonders. Do I ask or keep it a mystery?

A dilemma. I suppose I only care because I have nothing better to do right now.

I think I might write fake journals and leave them places. That will be my new hobby.