the thirteenth day

It's a new month now. Alas, I didn't keep up with my posts as well as I hoped I would. I would not, however, consider this exercise a failure. Finding thirty-one unique secrets about oneself is a difficult task; you'll notice that certain posts are frivolous (i.e.: creamy peanut butter). Also, these secrets are not anonymous as they are on the website that inspired them. This makes it more difficult to reveal the darkest, most shameful ones. To be sure, I have some of my own that I was not comfortable sharing on a public blog. Anyways, here are three more I wanted to publish, but I procrastinated.












That first step is always the hardest. Everything after is cake.
I didn't realize it until I uploaded this picture, but this secret is one syllable short of a haiku!
I didn't even learn to tell the difference until I was in, like, the third grade. My mind also transposes numbers, so maybe I'm, like, slightly dyslexic, or something.












Thinking about all the stuff I keep to myself and the motivations for doing so makes me sort of feel bad about myself. I try to be a forthright person, but it goes against my personality. Re-reading all the posts, I get the sense one would think I'm some sad, self-pitying sort of person. I feel that all I really have to offer the world is myself, so I try to set aside all the negative stuff to deal with by myself. That's why they're my secrets.