Posts on here are getting shorter and shorter, because although this was originally my "secret blog", I feel like people are watching. It's not safe :|

It's like inhibition of bacterial growth. My words just don't form because I know somewhere out there, someone is reading this. "Why does it matter?" I keep on telling myself, and I know it doesn't but I still feel held back. Choked, but here goes nothing.

Habits are so hard to break. I thought I got it, but I find myself going back into the same pattern, only with even more holding back, more doubts, more everything. Because last time, it hurt. I was so affected, I was completely consumed by it. I don't want to be sucked into something like that ever again. And if there happens to be a next time, I don't know what I'll do. I guess that's why we're so vulnerable.

Yup... more confessions that don't make sense. They probably do to some extent, but it's not for you to figure out (: I would try to explain it to you if you asked, but I probably don't even know how to explain it myself.

It's like fighting as if there's no tomorrow... with blindfolds on. Venturing into the dark unknown, arms spread out. Walking towards a giant spider and staring it down. Falling from the sky, not within a dream. Putting yourself out there, braving it out.