I think I finally realized why I’m so secretive about my stuff. I was thinking back on something that happened to me when I was little (that I will not talk about) and the person who did it had stolen my Kindle I had at the time, as well. Really, I think I care more about that than what they did to me because that meant they had direct excess to my embarrassing videos, notes, or whatever else was on that device. I have always been very private with things I make or my stuff in general so I think this added to it. Whenever anyone comes into my room or near me my first thought is to block or close my notebook or laptop or whatever I’m using even if what I’m doing or writing isn’t bad. If I have to get up and leave what I’m doing, I always hide it somewhere. Then I thought back to that experience and I think that is partly why.
















