Grave Secrets
Some secrets are made to never be revealed and brought to the grave. Or so we think. I think it depends on decisions we make. Humans are rarely constant beings after all. Two days ago, a slow realization came upon me. My mental state is no longer a secret, but has slowly starting to become just another information about me. I suppose it sort of snuck on me, when I allegedly speak of it to my roommate. Of course, it isn't relevant to people who are of not blood relations to me. Last night, after posting my last post, I called Kei. It's something I'm known to do every now and then. I reach out when I feel like I'll drown. Normal instinct, right? Being a survivor to the core and whatnot. His voice calms me, and I cried for real. We talked, and my depression dissipates for the moment. Since there were talks of his crushes, I began to think of my own feelings. Admittedly, I do have this one crush at the moment, but. Rather than the secret of ...