June 15, 2013

• Day 29/Journal entry

  The person that you want tell everything to, but are too afraid to 

  my sister?  my mother?  Anyone really.   No one knows everything.  No one.  There is just too much.  

   

   

  Secrets.  Lies.  Denial

   

  I guess I am afraid.  I'm not really sure what I am afraid of.  There have been times in my life where I wanted to scream at my mother, "If you really knew me, you wouldn't hate me!"    I like to keep things for myself.   I like to reserve the right to change them.  I really like to snuggle up by myself in my little happinesses.  I like to be alone.  That includes being the only one who knows certain things.  I like that I've read books no one else I know has read.  I like to listen to music no one else is listening to.  I like to go places by myself and have no need to tell other people I have been there.   I have always been a 'lie of omission' kind of girl.   I guard my information.  My thoughts.  I know in some ways I'm afraid to share things because I believe it will mean they can be taken from me.  Or perverted in some way.  I can be fully happy without the judgement.  

  Leah K.

   

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