Back in the olden days, I kept a paper journal. At one point, I had several volumes in my apartment and a guy I had been dating for a couple of years found them and read them and read stuff that pissed him off so he told me he read them so he could also expressed how pissed off he was.
I stopped writing in journals at all. Immediately. But, I missed it but this time I decided that trying to keep journals private was an exercise in futility and a point of failure. So no more. I would write for all the world to see.
And... another bit that came to me in my swim is that my previous entry might not have conveyed the value, to me, of the people who share themselves with me in my journal. My life is infinitely richer because of the people I have met via Live Journal.