I have a severe problem keeping personal things private. It's in my nature to share pretty much everything, no matter how dark or sad or embarrassing. If it's difficult for me to say outloud, I write about it.
It's sometimes hard to respect others boundaries when things involve me. I blabbed about my first lesbian/threesome experience over dinner with friends, never thinking 'hey, maybe that should be kept private...' For some reason my mind just doesn't work like that. I have no privacy filter.
The most I can say right now, I suppose, is that I'm very confused. I want to write about this just to get it off my chest, but I don't want those who know me asking me, "So what was that latest blog about?", or speculating behind my back.
What's important is that I'm okay, but I'm still just... confused. I wish it wasn't hard for people to be honest with me, out of fear of hurting my feelings-- but I also don't want my feelings constantly hurt. I say I can take the truth, but who really knows how much they can handle until it's thrust upon them?
This has been another episode of cryptic moments with Alison.
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