Here are the details of my crime—
I was given several blank journals for Christmas. A beautiful gift. To me, an empty page is an invitation to be me.
A rare and precious thing.
Sacred, even… at least, to a nut.
So, ruining those pages with the unworthy words or undeserving ideas of said-nut, amounts to a desecration.
At least, to me.
Even so… yesterday, I brutishly defiled a journal.
Somebody really needs to take away my pen and pencils before I deface a grocery list.