secrets...

so many things in me that i really feel like pouring it out. i need someone to talk to.



lots of them would say, 'you can tell me everything', but, i doubt. I doubt whether they're sincere enough to listen to me? or are they sincere enough to help me? because i can't find empathy or genuineness in them.

i knew of someone whom i can really talk to, whom i can rely on, but this secret is about that someone that i couldn't talk to. Because it hurts.

i don't even know how to confess to my dear diary, i don't know where to start.



i guess, the only one i can talk to is my secret bear, lying beside me, be there with me through laughter and tears... : ) he knows everything, and i mean, everything.

::kuanru:: signing off