There's always one more secret.

I really love secrets. Secrets are this thing that if you don't want ANYONE to know, they don't have to. If you don't tell anyone, no one knows. Trust is something else I love. Trust is where if you do tell someone your secret(s), you can trust them to keep it to themselves. Neither of these things exist in Moulton, AL. I promise you, I am counting down the days til I leave here. The last thing I love, honesty. Honesty comes from someone who doesn't lie. I am honest. I know that secrets/ and trust don't exactly exist anywhere. People talk, people make things up, and people spread whatever they hear. And, that happens everywhere. I wish I could be one of those mysterious people that no one knew anything about, but at the same time... there was nothing to know. But, no one knew that. Make sense? Yeah. Times like these make me wish that we could start over, have a redo button. Does anyone believe that true love will find a way through anything? I wonder how many people believe that sometimes.
I won't tell your secrets if you won't tell mine.

Underneath Hurt is Love.

Here it goes. You know those guys that like... you probably dated forever, and knew for even longer? The ones that you hurt and the ones that hurt you? There's this saying.. it says: Under anger is hurt, and under hurt is love. This statement could never be any more true. I know this guy, someone I loved. I loved a lot actually. When someone says.. "hey, you ever been in love?" I say "No, love isn't real" and think of this guy. I have realized so much about this person in the last year, it is unbelievable. Can you imagine being someone that everyone falls for, that everyone falls in love with? That everyone texts and thinks they are the first person to say that to them. I think about this a lot. He is that guy. Honestly, he isn't even that special in my eyes. He is special to me because I feel that he was my first love. But, to anyone else, I can't figure out how he is important. Anyway, I was the first one. I told him every compliment first. It's weird how far we have come in life, and how sometimes I still think about him and where he will end up. There comes a time where everyone will hurt you. He's done that a lot. Recently, he hurt me in a way that no one else could. I hate the town of Moulton because of him. I hate what this place represents. I hope that one day I can truly forgive him, but I hope I never forget. I hope I never love him like I used to, and I hope I remember how much he hated me at one point too. This all had to come out of my mouth, because I can never be his friend.
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I really have no sympathy.

That is all.