writer of things
i’ve got a secret
a dirty little secret.
and i know i’m being silly by posting that statement to tumblr,
but it’s like i got to tell someone without telling someone.
because, you know, lots of people will hypothetically read this (and not care) but to me, since it’s sort of anonymous, it’s like i told you.
i’ll give you a hint.
it involves me being 22 now, and never looking back.
