Secrets

Secrets...something I have NEVER been good at. How is it that I can go 35 years and never keep a good secret? This I think may be something I never understand. Frankly, I am not sure if I want to. Part of what makes people hate and love me is this inability. Don't tell me something that you want to keep a secret. Furthermore, don't ask me a question that you don't want an honest answer to. Plagued with an ugly sense of reality, I just say what is. Life ain't pretty. It ain't fun. And if you are hoping to have a child thinking it will bring you any single thing but grief, stop now and reconsider. Please.