Ajax Bell

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shhhhhhh

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I don’t know why I keep going back and reading Post Secret. I find it kind of unbearably sad. Especially the ones clearly written by teenagers.  So painful.

I like to think I don’t have secrets.  And I guess I don’t, in the sense that there will never be some be reveal where you’ll find out something about me that you never would have suspected.  But really I love secrets.  I do things all the time that I never tell anyone about.  Not bad things, or gross things, just mundane things, normal, everyday things.  But I don’t tell anyone because then the moment, the instant belongs only to me.  I also write letters to people telling them exactly how I feel about them and never send them.  Again, not bad things, or mean things, though some times painfully true things, but mostly just things.  But I can’t put it out there, it would make things too raw, or too uncomfortable, and somehow it would make the emotions less mine.

My own Post Secret would be:  I have so many secrets, most not even worth sharing, but I can’t let them go.

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4 thoughts on “shhhhhhh

  1. “But I can’t put it out there, it would make things too raw, or too uncomfortable, and somehow it would make the emotions less mine.”

    Yes, exactly this.

  2. Emotions are meant to be shared, not hoarded. It’s good to let people know how you feel.

  3. Oh, I think maybe they should be shared, but definitely not with the whole world, and certainly not at the wrong times.

  4. Sometimes I wonder if certain ones are hoaxes. Then I get melancholy thinking that maybe they aren’t.

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