Keeping secrets from myself...

There's something...actually, there are two things which I'm keeping from Twitter and from you. And for a blog that was meant to be an outlet for everything I couldn't say out loud, that's pretty bad, isn't it? Nobody knows. I tell Twitter everything. It's literally like I tweet my thoughts. And I tell my closest friends (almost) everything, because they are more than sisters to me. And I tell my mum (almost almost) everything because I hate lying to her. And I haven't told anyone this. 

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Maybe I need to stop hiding away parts of myself and just be open. Not to gain sympathy. Not to make a scene. But because by admitting things to other people I am fully admitting those things to myself, and that should help me to work through it. When it stays in my head it's just another thought. Another thread of a memory that I can't follow through to the end. 

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I don't know what to do anymore. 

I don't know. 

Everyone feels like you...

'Try this. Take a minute, take a day, take a week and be scared. Then stop. And don't let it in anymore' -- Michael Aranda

Watch this. Pretend that he isn't talking to someone called Charlie, but he's talking to you. And maybe watch Charlie's video as well. 

The point I'm trying to make is...everyone feels scared. 

Toodles,
Lexie