"Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away."
Day Ten: One confession.
Confess: To disclose (something damaging or inconvenient to oneself)
Been thinking about this one for the last few days. Knowing it was coming. And I wasn't really sure I had anything I wanted or needed to confess. No childhood misdeeds, or pranks I was never caught for at school. No skeletons, really - stupid to have, in this job. No dark deeds of adulthood that have been gnawing away at me.
So you're getting something that's been in the back of my mind more recently. Something I've wondered about saying out loud before, but never have.
It was number four. And you don't need to be paranoid. We can talk about it. Now I've written this, I think I'll actually feel a lot better if you know.
For the rest of you, I disappeared earlier because I wasn't dealing with the whole idea of getting my back sorted very well, and, if I'm honest, some of the comments made me feel as if I was being whiny and pathetic. So I just went and sat in the park until I was dealing with things better, and John called, which helped.