Obvious

I didn't think I was.

But i might have been wrong.

This is really bothering me
- the fact that my friends see the inside of my soul before i do. It makes me feel vulnerable, naked, utterly exposed.

And then, after such an emotionally-charged and volatile moment, they shrug it off so nonchalantly while i'm left to fight with my inner demons. Morning and night. Alone.

I am weak.

I hate it.

"What are well-guarded secrets when those secrets aren't really secrets to begin with?"