My dad just gave me an early birthday present. He’d taken all of my sketchbooks, from the earliest years to college, scanned them, and created a slide show that he put on for everyone to watch together.
All I could do was sit there in abject horror as he—essentially—displayed my life’s diary entries on the big screen for everyone to consume.
He’s so proud of it and I can’t even tell him how incredibly violated I feel.
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