Confessions.

To be perfectly honest, I have never made any kind of confessions all throughout my life. Never. Not once. I have always find the idea so compellingly frightening. However, while the idea may not be as alien to me as to how frightening it is, I have always wanted to just do it, you know. Because sometimes, I think I have got nothing to lose if I just stand up and scream out my wants and wishes. But that's the thing, in such thoughtless action, I WILL lose everything I hold so dearly. So, it all comes down to whether I care or not about the collateral damage?  Seriously, I don't know, really!

It wasn't until that one fateful bad experience that thought me to be more cautious than I have ever been. It only takes one hell-bent disclosure to make me dread my decisions to do things for the rest of my life. I have to be cautious because society, they can never be courteous. At least not to me. This bad experience always makes me wage my decisions thoroughly. As always, I will always choose the one with less collateral damage and in the process, I'll always have to hurt myself again and again. Every time I want to take one step closer to what I want, the pavement on which I step, tells me the every reason not to.