I've realized that I don't like secrets. They eat me from the inside out.
It's horrible. I should be able to be like any other normal person: keep things to myself that need to be kept to myself.
But for some reason, I have this horrid desire to just tell everyone the tiniest details of my life. And I wish I knew why.
Slowly, I'm learning to not only keep my own secrets, but those of my friends.
Growing confidence in my ability to be a confidante.
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