When I was a little girl I had this beautiful pink diary with flowers all over it. I was so proud of that thing and kept the key hidden under the mattress of my bed so that no one would know my innermost thoughts. After all, I was a pretty shy kid and the thought of my mom finding out that I had a crush on Ricky (he was sooo cute) or that I secretly wanted to torture my evil fourth grade teacher would be more embarrassment than I could bear. So what has changed? Why are we now handing over the k…
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Posted on February 20, 2009 at 12:23pm —