Yes, I am reviving a dead thread because I have to get something off of my chest. It's nothing too bad, but I still feel a little bad because of it.
A girl at my uni once forgot her book calendar/diary in the classroom and I was the last one in there. I texted her but she was already on her way home so I took the book home with me for safekeeping and handing it to her next time we see each other (which was fine by her!).
She mentioned in her text that she appreciates me keeping the book safe because it's super important to her.
Until she said that, I didn't give a single fuck about the contents of the book, but after that text I got curious.
And like the idiot I am, I looked into it and read a few of her entires. It was nothing extremely personal or anything, but I was still so terribly disappointed in myself for looking.
... you can guess that my life is pretty fucking uneventful if that's a thing that's still bothering me to this day.