i think everyone has a very secretive, perversed private life. the kind of life that stores very perculiar, secret moments that you had. ones that you’d want to blow your head off for if they were somehow exposed or revealed, either by accident or on purpose.
i think everyone should always keep that weird secret little life to themselves. never let anyone know that strange thing you do when no one is looking. it’s yours and if you gave it away, because you loved them, they might take it with them when they no longer love you. and then that moment will be gone, too.
just keep it for you.
(as i get older, i am less and less willing to share.)
