You know how deep pitch-dark secrects of explicit value haunts you in every curbs of conversations; when you almost spill the beans. It happens sometimes and often shoots a dose of skin-creeping panic. And leave you thinking "Will this secret ever last? Does anyone I know knows about it yet?"
Secrets never lasts. Secrets never dwells in solitude.
And secret is one of the main reason why I blog. Because I am comforted by my own confessions, knowing that it will not bite me in the back in darkness. It will bite me in the back in broad daylight.
I'd blogged about my drinking adventure and my 'smoking is cool' attempt. I'd also blogged about how my parents would punish me over a report card when I was 10. I blogged about all my secrets, from my brokeback mounting to paperback reporting. My hellish architorture days in the studio and even abnormal insecurity. My Petaling Street Porno Hunting to my experiences with molesters. A night in my room and my fatherless teenage years. My love life and sometimes my bicycle's love life.
Life lessons of a normal 19 year old with a bipolar disoder and seasonal asthma.