Text and Illustrations by Jessica Wesolek
Copyright 2004
“Dear Me! Character ©1977 Jessica Wesolek
I first attempted journaling at a young age with disastrous results. Like most young girls, I kept a locked Diary of my “secrets”.

My little sister found the key and let it be widely known that I had kissed my boyfriend “at least a million times!”

I did not actually die from the mortification, but it was a very close call.
After that, I kept my conversations with myself inside my head where nobody could see them.

But two undesirable things resulted from that:

One, it made a mess of the inside of my head, and

Two, I got older and couldn’t remember what I was talking about every time I interrupted myself.
I got so full of my own “stuff" that sometimes, some of it would just explode out of me with no warning - and get all over everything.

This was very embarassing - especially when in the company of friends.
A solution had to be found.

So, when I would get too full of myself, I would offload into any book that happened to be lying around.

Since I would promptly forget where these missives were, and couldn't find them, surely my sister couldn't either.

I would be safe from embarassment.

Not so, though.

Once in awhile, I would accidently stumble onto one of these outpourings and realize I was doing the same things wrong now that I was then.

And I would be embarassed in front of myself!

Which is a very uncomfortable thing to be, since what we think of ourselves is more important than what anyone else thinks of us after all.
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