When I started this journal, I thought I'd be writing more about my life in detail. But instead I find myself abstracting more, and "covering my tracks" per se, in spite of not telling a single person I know about this journal.

I guess even with the anonymity, there's still plenty of things I can't confess, or allow to be recorded. I'm not sure if that's because I don't want to have a chance of being caught, or I can't admit them in the first place.

There's a great number of parts to me that are closed off to everyone and forever will be. Aspects kept hidden away, like in a private gallery only seen by one. Thoughts kept only to myself. Not secrets, because secrets are still known by a few.

I know this isn't a special thing; everyone has things that only they know about themselves and will never reveal. So I'm not trying to feel unique or superior.

I just think that it's interesting that I thought I might get into some of those things here, but I'm pretty sure I wont. And I'm not sure if it's because I don't want anyone to know still, or I don't want to codify them and admit them to myself.