I have a secret. A big one. A really big one. And i'm dying to tell my four closest friends, like i always do, but this time i'm stopping myself.
I feel that it's better this way, because then there's no risk. I can't be judged, scorned, my secrets can't be spread if i keep them to myself. Not that i don't trust them, it's just- god.
But it's SO hard. Because every time i look into one of my friends eyes, i'm dying inside. I'm dying to spill my heart's contents onto the floor for them to pick up and piece together for me like they always do.
I came so close to telling Alex today at the Citadel. I was afraid for a moment that she already knew, it was as though she was reading my mind. And had she known i was struggling with the words, i'm more than positive she would have figured it out. I'm not sure whether or not to be glad she didn't.
It's amazing and wonderful and shocking. And i almost don't know how to feel.
(i'm so scared)
night.
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You can call me Lyra. I've got brown hair, blue eyes, and psychotic tendancies.
Currently, my favorite song is You and Me (cover) by Simple Plan, my favorite
movie is Kill Bill, my favorite book is 1984 by George Orwell, and i'm
feeling .
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