Secrets, secrets, are no fun.

I've got a secret. A BIG secret.

You know, the kind that could possibly fuck-up a few people's lives type of secret.

And I can't talk to anyone about it. It's driving me crazy. I need to talk to someone about it.

I tried telling my therapist a few weeks ago, and then I got "the look". The one that says, "Melissa, what the hell are you doing with your life? Could you be anymore of a terrible person?". So I changed my story at the last minute as to avoid the wrath of the woman that I pay to tell my problems to.

I know, I can't believe I did it either. That's exactly what I pay her for! What the hell is wrong with me?

I seriously need help.

So, why don't we just pretend that I told you my nasty little secret. And you guys make me feel better about making a small indescresion and tell me it's going to be ok.

It is going to be ok, isn't it?