No, I don't want you to know all this. I don't want you to read all this. Please. I don't want to remind you of it. I don't want you to spend time on this at all. Just don't.
It's true most of these posts are meant for you, but I don't want you to know.
Not just because here's me, the open book, the vulnerable being, wound up and displaying my scars and I want to show it to all but you; but because I'm not sure how all this would affect you. I don't want it to bother you at all. I don't want it to have even the faintest of possibilities of hurting you.
I'm not ready. Not yet. And perhaps, I never would be.
I just wanted to know.
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