I was originally going to tweet this but it became a much longer story the more I thought about it.

Several weeks ago I read this Alice fanfiction by a buddy of mine http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5678379/1/Dirty_Little_Secrets Afterwards I felt rather odd. I actually cried, especially in the end when she said that some of the secrets were hers.

Perhaps simply because I sometimes feel like I have so many of them. Really if you think about it I don't. So many people know bits and pieces. So many know the secrets, just not one person knows them all.

I got off topic. Anyways. Today I came back to the story and re-read the first authors note which said something about postsecret. Like any other teenager I googled what I didn't know. (so many stories there btw) got linked to their site, and realized something.

For weeks I had a postsecret postcard sitting in my desk. But I never sent it. Its interesting how life works like that.

Not sure what this blog post is really about,
KMP