We should find what we love and do as much of it as we can

I used to have very specific ideas about the concept of privacy, ie that I deserved it but I refused to afford this courtesy to those around me.

I read my sister’s diary all the time when we were children, on one occasion writing notes in the margin telling her to stop complaining about me.

I read other people’s letters, I eavesdropped on people’s conversations, I looked through my mother’s text messages, I hacked my sister’s Facebook account, I made an ex-boyfriend give me the passwords to his Gmail account so I could look through his emails.