Secrets

i think i do a pretty good job of keeping my friends’ and family’s secrets. sometimes i just wonder if they’d do th same if i were to tell them my stories. i could just imagine their stunned faces if i suddenly start narrating one after another. i think they would get shocked by th number of secrets i have kept and th magnitude of them of them. they would probably think im a superwoman for being able to live till today, bottling th stories up just like keeping cookies in a jar (yeah if only they were that easy to do). if only they knew th whole truth, it would explain pretty much everything i did or decided to do. th only thing that keeps me away from entrusting them with my stories is fear – fear of being sympathized. i’ve always hated it when people (especially those i share a ‘cool’ relationship with) started caring more about me just because im handicapped in certain ways. i supposed its alright if i secretly stay being a superwoman. yeah… people do not need to know th truth. i dont really need to show my superwoman underwear too (although i do have one hahaha!).

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