Don’t tell anyone. Don’t remember this. Don’t think of me as weak. This is mortifying. The way my vulnerability has leaked from me like split veins, and there was nothing I could’ve done to stop it. It doesn’t matter that it’s only one person who’s seen in. One person is enough. All it takes is one person to know how weak you are on the inside, just one to destroy you. I can’t let that happen, not when I’m so close to getting out of here.
