Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Secrets - Diary 36
Where do secrets go?
If you tell a secret, then it's not a secret anymore.
I know secrets. Sometimes they weight a ton.
So how about this?
I'm letting them go, the secrets that is, well maybe the owners of them. Most didn't deserve my loyalty and love. Keep your secrets I say!
Maybe I'll find a Quija Board...and ask questions. It may certainly hold my secrets. I may not have to speak but think really hard and my fingers will do the walking. One letter, then two, then three....I'll create my own destiny.
Take your crap back, it's weight does not need be on me anymore. I wonder if I will lose a pound or two in the process, I do need it.
The dr. says stress, you have to give up stress. In the movie Angel Eyes the hot dude (oh my god he's hot) says something like...Let's start from scratch and then he points to the empty apartment and says, this is scratch.
Honestly, not hating, just cleansing and I've been happy. Which is good, fantastic even.
Tomorrow it's a new day again, and as I dig deeper I scrape the crud that is stuck deep and doesn't want to come out.
On other news, lick me, my new scrub is Vainilla Bean and I smell like a Starbucks cupcake
With a brittish accent I say BRILLIANT