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	<title>Comments on: little red diary.</title>
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	<description>the diary of an unconventional girl, à la mode.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 09:46:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Kelly</title>
		<link>http://apricot-tea.com/2008/06/23/little-red-diary/#comment-1881</link>
		<dc:creator>Kelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 18:41:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>it amazes me when you read some of your own writings. It's like a time capsule that captures the moment where you were at your most vulnerable. Sometimes it's good to keep them as momentos to remember where you were before to appreciate where you are now. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>it amazes me when you read some of your own writings. It&#8217;s like a time capsule that captures the moment where you were at your most vulnerable. Sometimes it&#8217;s good to keep them as momentos to remember where you were before to appreciate where you are now. :)</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
		<link>http://apricot-tea.com/2008/06/23/little-red-diary/#comment-1581</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 20:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Please don't burn them.  I wrote journals in early 1960's when I was very unhappy teenager.  I found them recently and read them for the first time in decades.  It was eerie to read your old diary entry here because this is exactly what I did to protect myself, and I wrote about it, as you did here:

"Revealing nothing keeps everything in a safe place. If no one knows the important things about you, then surely they cannot find your weaknesses, the things that make you upset, the things that give you pleasure. Even the good things are dangerous. I refuse to let anyone in. Itâ€™s becoming quite lonely. Nonetheless, itâ€™s a perfect strategy." 

I too was obsessed with trying to better myself.
What's sad, when I read those journals now, is to realize what a wonderful young girl I was -- I didn't know it then because I was under constant attack.  And I thought there was something terribly wrong with me (not with my caretakers) and if I could only fix it, my caretakers would actually care about me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Please don&#8217;t burn them.  I wrote journals in early 1960&#8217;s when I was very unhappy teenager.  I found them recently and read them for the first time in decades.  It was eerie to read your old diary entry here because this is exactly what I did to protect myself, and I wrote about it, as you did here:</p>
<p>&#8220;Revealing nothing keeps everything in a safe place. If no one knows the important things about you, then surely they cannot find your weaknesses, the things that make you upset, the things that give you pleasure. Even the good things are dangerous. I refuse to let anyone in. Itâ€™s becoming quite lonely. Nonetheless, itâ€™s a perfect strategy.&#8221; </p>
<p>I too was obsessed with trying to better myself.<br />
What&#8217;s sad, when I read those journals now, is to realize what a wonderful young girl I was &#8212; I didn&#8217;t know it then because I was under constant attack.  And I thought there was something terribly wrong with me (not with my caretakers) and if I could only fix it, my caretakers would actually care about me.</p>
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		<title>By: Cone</title>
		<link>http://apricot-tea.com/2008/06/23/little-red-diary/#comment-1356</link>
		<dc:creator>Cone</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 19:05:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Don't burn them! Keep them, or sell them! I keep having dreams that I find vending machines selling people's old journals. I think it would be magical if this were real. It would make a change from reading the edited, fake lives of celebrities. Ordinary people are much more exciting to read about. I realise that you wrote this post months ago, but I wanted to comment nevertheless.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Don&#8217;t burn them! Keep them, or sell them! I keep having dreams that I find vending machines selling people&#8217;s old journals. I think it would be magical if this were real. It would make a change from reading the edited, fake lives of celebrities. Ordinary people are much more exciting to read about. I realise that you wrote this post months ago, but I wanted to comment nevertheless.</p>
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		<title>By: apricot.</title>
		<link>http://apricot-tea.com/2008/06/23/little-red-diary/#comment-795</link>
		<dc:creator>apricot.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:36:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@ That Saddity Chic: I wrote a love letter to myself, as well. It's around here somewhere. :]

@ abby: that's a wonderful idea! &#038; you're welcome. =]

@ WendyB: This is precisely the reason I want to throw mine out. They're terribly depressing &#038; I haven't even read the ones where it speaks about my ex lover. I don't know... I keep going back &#038; forth with this. 

@ ashley: You're right; it's all about learning. Hind sight is always 20/20, you know. :] I can't wait to read your post about your old diaries.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@ That Saddity Chic: I wrote a love letter to myself, as well. It&#8217;s around here somewhere. :]</p>
<p>@ abby: that&#8217;s a wonderful idea! &#038; you&#8217;re welcome. =]</p>
<p>@ WendyB: This is precisely the reason I want to throw mine out. They&#8217;re terribly depressing &#038; I haven&#8217;t even read the ones where it speaks about my ex lover. I don&#8217;t know&#8230; I keep going back &#038; forth with this. </p>
<p>@ ashley: You&#8217;re right; it&#8217;s all about learning. Hind sight is always 20/20, you know. :] I can&#8217;t wait to read your post about your old diaries.</p>
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		<title>By: ashley</title>
		<link>http://apricot-tea.com/2008/06/23/little-red-diary/#comment-792</link>
		<dc:creator>ashley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 13:45:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh wow.  I'm currently working on a post about my old diaries.  It's so odd to find that you've done the same thing.  I really actually hate reading my old diary.  I feel depressed and sad.  It makes me feel like I didn't have any control and I should have known better.  But I guess it's all about learning.  Sometimes though..I wish I would have just burnt them without reading it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh wow.  I&#8217;m currently working on a post about my old diaries.  It&#8217;s so odd to find that you&#8217;ve done the same thing.  I really actually hate reading my old diary.  I feel depressed and sad.  It makes me feel like I didn&#8217;t have any control and I should have known better.  But I guess it&#8217;s all about learning.  Sometimes though..I wish I would have just burnt them without reading it.</p>
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