I hate secrets. Good or bad makes no difference to me, I hate them all equally.
I am currently keeping three secrets and I can’t wait til I am able to share them.
Thinking about it though, I am keeping way more than three secrets – I’m thinking here of my reluctance to talk – and I really wish I wasn’t.
Annoyingly, when I’m willing to talk doesn’t always coincide with having the right person to talk to. Sod’s Law.
My CPN is here on Monday and I have my psych on Thursday – maybe everything will align for once.