Mostly True Confessions...
Even though I feel very strongly about respecting the privacy of others and wished terrible things on the person who did it to me, I once had a momentary lapse of reason and read a friend's personal journal. It was right there in front of me and the temptation was too great. I opened it at random, read a single page, and closed it. It was about me.
In case you're wondering: It's not you. That friendship ended a couple of years later for a variety of reasons and I never told him what I did or brought up what I read.
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. I feel better.