It's amazing how closed I am with everyone. Even my closest friends only know enough about me to fill a brochure sized biography. To say my only problem is that I "miss people" would be a lie. But I feel as though I shouldn't burden others with problems I started and know I can finish. I've tried sharing my personal life with others: not too much, but nothing that wasn't interesting. It just didn't work for me. I could tell someone my darkest secret but refuse to tell that same person what I did that morning. I guess I just grew up thinking my personal affairs aren't for public broadcast.
Ironic.
Here I am writing down every little thought as if any of it it going to be seen. Maybe that's my problem. Then again, maybe I'm just choosy about what I want and don't want people to know about me. Yet people keep asking, and I keep avoiding the questions.
Some would call it unhealthy to keep such information to myself.
It just works for me.
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