It worries me to think that someone may have been reading this, that I know, but i didnt know they knew of this diary. That bothers me a touch.
When I came to college I didnt tell any of my new friends i had an online diary, i can only think of one or two who know of it.
And to think that he read it and cried. When it wasnt about him or about anyone. That upsets me alot. It upsets me because there are obvious reasons he could have known it was not about him. And it upsets me because i hurt him. I didnt want to hurt him, or anyone.
But the arrogance to think it was about him, that pisses me off

you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you

or something like that