November 18, 2007
A happy little secret is something I carry around whenever I am in love. Around this time… five years ago, I was carrying around a few happy little secrets because I thought the TBs were falling in love with me. I let those thoughts buoy me up throughout the day, and so remained blissful, in a state of feelings you get from imagining hypothetical or idealistic images of people. None of the love was real, but it was a beautiful secret because it kept me alive and gave me a reason to go to that shithole school in the morning.