I have too much secrets that I’m ashamed to admit.
I can’t remember when they started to pile up.. all I know is I stopped noting things down because I want them to disappear.
But they don’t.
In the back of my head I still know clearly that it all happened and I can’t erase it.
I was scared to look back, and even more scared to be found out. So I shut myself down.
It’s a dark and lonely place and I’m sick of it.