It used to be that I had no secrets. I shared everything here. There is something incredibly freeing telling the world your secrets, well that is no longer the case. I have all kinds of secrets. I hate them and they are eating away at me. I can’t share my feelings because they will hurt other people if I do. I can’t talk to my friends because they really do not want to hear it. I can only hope they do kill me. Perhaps, I am just being melodramatic due to being numb from too much cold medicine and psychiatric drugs.