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Women threat their diaries that can be identified by husband.

Dear diary.
I didn't plan to write any more...
I was sure all this was left behind. But things did not go as I planned. Nothing ever goes according to plan.
What was it like to live away from this prison?...
I think I will never be able to escape. I just need to accept.
Not worth fighting for.
Never.

Dear diary.
I hate them! Can't take it anymore!
Think you know everything, but they don't know what I really am.

Writing a memoir is to show their teeth.

So, Dr. Hank believes the diary is a cure-all.

They were bored? Beyond! I had hoped that none of the ladies never had to stick your nosy nose in my notes and what I do. But in myself these records has prompted so many memories! I read these artless lines at a time when all around me there was turmoil, when my life was in danger. On these pages, a big, bold leaded letters, like a flock of rooks in the snow, and in a few words described my whole life the year when we finally decided my fate.

- What is this manuscript to the time of king Solomon? - Vicky plopped down on the chair next to Henry and ran her fingers over the dusty cover of the book.
- A memoir of my. - pointedly handed it to the Professor, adjusting his glasses. And they are not too old.

If I kept a diary, I would every day wrote down one sentence: "What the gloom". And that's all.

But now it's over, I reread what I wrote in the cafe "Mably", and I felt ashamed: pretty hidden, soul overflows, inexplicably, I'm not a girl and not a priest, to play a game of spiritual experiences.

"Nothing new". Just amazing how you can lie under the guise of common sense.

Sniatyn says that when I have a habit of recording their thoughts and impressions, it becomes a favorite thing in life.

A diary is an opportunity to look at ourselves over time.

... when a person writes, he begins to think more... or just sharper.

Words from the past - as a trail of distant stars:
The stars are not, and we see in the sky.
We again think, for us, it shines.
But there is none! So time the wind blew
And old lyrics crying - now he's harmless
And nothing for us it does not.
All the words on the paper shed tears
Now I no longer own us.
What ridiculous fools
Poke their noses into other people's diaries?