I've been keeping a lot of secrets. Some of others, some of mine. I feel as if I have morphed into a liar. I sometimes reveal the truth if I am questioned, but that doesn't make me an honest person. What have I become? Just another human being? Scum?

There is something that I need to tell someone. Someone who may or may not be interested in me, but still, he must know. It may change how he feels about me, and that's why the job has not been done. I feel that he has something to tell me as well. Eye for an eye-- I won't unveil until he does. That's my motive to keep these horrid secrets hidden. It's wrong, I know, but it can wait a while, no?