I hover between full disclosure and throwing it all away.
Sometimes it's good that my journal is the only one who knows my thoughts, my feelings, my fears. Other times... It's impossibly lonely.
I consider the options. And I keep choosing this middle path. Or maybe it's a result of not choosing.
I wish I knew what you wanted. Do you want to know the depths of my soul? Would you guide me, or would it break you? Would you rather let me work this out on my own, find my own solutions, and keep you out of it?