Breaking point.

I always think about who the first person I tell about my secret life is.
And how it will be.
And what will happen, and who will say what, and who the first person to put their arms around me to hug me while I'm sobbing will be.


And sometimes I think, "Well, what if they just don't care? What if they don't want to deal with me, because I'm fucked and they don't want to get fucked?"
I mean, that's rational, right? We have a natural human instinct to protect ourselves before others (with exceptions like mother and child?).

Just a few thoughts. Sorry I haven't given you guys a real update in awhile (though I know you probably hate my mile-long posts. Or at least groan when you see them :]).

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