Read me.

I don't like being readable.

You come up with certain safe guards to throw people off. Some people make excuses, some just stay quiet. Some get so good at the double-persona that they can switch one off and the other on in an instant, creating the illusion everyone else sees to be the truth. It's when someone recognises the signs - your ability to elude situations, the sudden switch in topic of conversation - it's then that you're in jeopardy of being caught out.

As someone who doesn't trust easily, I like to think I've got pretty good at putting my 'safe guards' into action when I need to. I've often said, "Thank God I take Drama".

So, when my own little secrets where discovered recently by a very insightful friend, I began to think: to what extent are our own thoughts actually our own these days? People seem to feel that other people's thoughts belong to them, as if they deserve to know everything. This wasn't the case with my friend, but you know what I mean - those people who will stoop to anything to find out what you're really thinking. They'll trick you until you let that guard of yours down. I've said it before and I'll say it again - Never tell anyone anything you don't want everyone to know.

In other news, my sleeping pattern has been messed up due to the encouragement of a territorial coffee drinker. You know who you are.

That's it for today, I know, not much, but it's all I have in my think tank of issues. Although, before I go, I'll just remind you that I've been in Spain for the past month, and returning has given me a nasty cold. Typical.

Laters.