Sometimes I think about how fucked I get when secrets get too real.
Sometimes I think about people, and how fucked they are, just for being people.
I have this bad habit of punching walls and slicing meat when people, or myself for that matter, fucks me over.
The worst part? I'm only slightly exaggerating.
My secrets aren't really secrets anymore. Thus making me move the real secrets somewhere else.

Do not misunderstand, it's not like I got some huge secrets for the few readers I know the face of. But everyone has demons. Everyone searches the relaxing feeling of telling a stranger your inner hell.

I am fucked when my demons look my loved ones in the eye.