I remember reading The Diary of Anne Frank during my melodramatic teenage years and thinking — OMG! I hope no one reads my diary, they'll surely be disappointed with my embarrassing crush confessions and banal frustrations with my mother.

But as I got older, I started to appreciate the chronicles of my mind and emotions. And I'll admit I sometimes imagine how my thoughts would come off to other people if my journals someday made me (ahem!) posthumously famous.

While you might not be connected to famous people — like Farrah Fawcett, whose friend is set to publish the diaries she kept while Farrah fought cancer — would you ever want someone else to read your diary?

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