You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
secrets.
Sunday, July 18, 2010 / 5:16 AM

secrets are overated. when can one live without secrets? secrets seem to somehow turn into burdens. and burdens to heavy that one actually falls into depression? man thats bad... i've had several friends who had big secrets. and its heavy on them. i mean like, i know they have big secrets... i just dunno the secret itself. having something that no one else should know seems like a very common idea now adays... and i find that most secrets we all have, are shameful ones. so why dont we just avoid them?

well its easier said than done, considering that we are all fallen people... i wonder though, do many of us humans excite at the idea of knowing something that others do not? well there is a line to that excitement i suppose... knowing that it depend on what is the knowledge and information... but then we have the backstabbers. which makes others have trusting issues. like me. i have dead darn trusting issues. UGH. yes i've had backstabbers. and backstabbers are the constant reminders that u cant really fully trust anyone in this world other than yourself and God. oh pleaseee help me....



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