Do you ever feel violated. Not in a physical sense, but you feel like someone just poked an exposed nerve. That they've gone inside your head and don't like what they see. I suppose this needs some background.
I have a book. A physical paper book that I write in. It's part bullet journal, part something I use to better myself, part thoughts that I have. Thoughts that I need to write down before they go away, you know?
Every day before and after school, my backpack gets searched to make sure that there's nothing in there that shouldn't be brought to school, or doesn't need to be brought to school, for example, a lighter or a rubicks cube. It's not like a hardcore police search though, it's just a quick look through the pockets. Unfortunately, my "step-dad" doesn't understand the meaning of privacy.
I take my book with me everywhere, because thoughts are random, they come no matter where you are or what you're doing, so naturally, I had my book in my backpack. This morning, that wasn't a problem because my mom just looked in my backpack real quick and sent me on my way. But, when I get home, my "step-dad" decides to go through every single paper in my possession. And when he got to my book he decided to analyse every page and read everything. I didn't write anything bad in there, it was just extremely personal.
I don't like people reading my book and judging me for it.
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Non-FictionMy late night thoughts and overall bullshit. Warning, it's a pretty scuffed book.
