I often wonder why I picked this life?
There were other choice I could gave made, maybe worse, maybe more genuine.
I’ve been put down for almost 3 days by an office plague and that gives me too much time. Time for way too much tv, too much thinking.
I’ve chosen a life of hiding. It’s what I do and what I’m good at.
Some show I’m watching a lesbian power couple is discussing hiding parts of themselves and that got my brain going.
I don’t know why I choose the traditional route. Sometimes I believe it’s so I can have dirty little secrets to keep.
The problem is, after years of this…it feels like no one really knows you, including, you.