Thursday, December 25, 2014

dear post secret: i keep almost typing "dear craig's list".

dear post secret: washing my hands after using the bathroom for me goes about fifty-fifty.

dear post secret: when i worry i don't love my dog enough, i don't realize that's silly. i don't even realize i'm distancing myself from reality, which is an obvious coping mechanism, and that's why i don't feel like i love my dog. i just worry, think fast, and overreact.

dear post secret: i triggered my old best friend who i love so dearly into cutting themselves again after years of not by showing her my own personal work. i never talked about it with her. but if i see her again, i will, and i will apologize. it will be more momentous than a marriage proposal.