secrets.
what are they really?
a bunch of
messed up memories not wanting to recreate?
a bunch of
messed up words that bring hatred and guilt?
a bunch of
messed up people and they're horrible choices?
all of the above?
none of them at all?
who knows.
but whatever i do know is secrets are suppose to be kept.
locked up in your mind.
the day that you decide to share that secret.
is the day that it will transform into something otherwise.
just a bunch of useless words.
and a way into your life.
a way to
ruin you.
all secrets are suppose to be kept.
but all secrets will be eventually told.
since were all curious human beings.
we all have secrets.
all that we've told.
and others we haven't.
yet.
we all know other peoples secrets.
all that we've told.
and others we haven't.
yet.
i just wish we didn't all have to be hypocrites.
♥