The Fear of Unveiled Words
I do love writing in all kinds of forms, including diaries or brain dumps. I wish I could write by hand, but the fear of dying and someone snooping through my stuff and reading it upsets me. I wish there was a way for my writing to die with me.
I could use a tablet and write with a pen. I do have the app, but unfortunately, I don’t have the tablet.
I guess it’s not that important if whoever snoops after my death knows who I really am—my dreams, hopes, goals, scars, and sorrows. The unmasked me.