It’s easier, now writing things I mean to keep putting my emotions into words but still, I worry for if it were to be seen if I were to be seen would there be acceptance? apologies, perhaps? or maybe something worse the longer you keep it, the larger it grows sooner or later, it’ll be too large to hide someday, it will be too large to carry by myself and the weight of it will drag me down. until then I will give as much as I can show the world everything I am for hiding in plain sight is the best way to hide and it gets easier every time.
