I have been thinking about something lately that is buzzing around my brain a bit. It's not a great subject matter. It's pretty dark, especially compared to what I usually write about. Secrets that even Mark doesn't know all about. Do I really want to put that kind of stuff out there in the universe? I'm not completely sure yet.
So instead of writing about my pain, I'm eating Tootsie rolls and putting away the Halloween decorations. Hiding all of my scars and insecurities with sugary chocolate. Maybe tomorrow I'll be ready to rip off my scabs. Maybe.