Tell nobody anything. Internalize it all. Compartmentalize it. Be ADHD. Taco Bell.

On weekends I like to choke myself and masturbate dressed up as Templeton the Rat from the 1973 animated film "Charlotte's Web" lying in a pile of food scraps and garbage I collected during the week.

Feels good getting that off my chest.

Confessions to pet......where?

This is missing Saddam.

So there is nothing you keep to yourself? Your braver than I

Two men who wronged me are now dead.

For legal reasons I have to mention that the men died of natural causes. Buried under natural soil, I've heard.

Yes. Yesyesyes. I'm so tired...

Gotta swap that out a bit. Therapist is at the same level as parents. Friends are at the same level as strangers. Because then the strangers become my friends.

There are also things I literally cannot tell anyone. Like a secret "agenda" (its not an evil agenda I promise)

It reminds me of a concept in Rememberance of Earth's Past Book 2 (aka: Three Body Problem's sequel) of something called the "Wallfacers" which are people selected to lead against the alien invasion, but they cannot reveal their strategy to anyone because those aliens can conduct surveillance anywhere, but cannot read human minds. So they are basically alone in their entire journey, making a public plan and telling people to implement those actions, but actually trying to implement their actual secret plans that only exist only in their head, to defend against the alien invasion.

Not to be a cynic, but you literally cannot know if other people have secret agendas. It could be a good thing like anti-tyranny plans, covert sabotage, etc... Or it could be evil like mass murder of innocents. Its impossible to know unless we have an accurate lie detector and/or mind-reading technology.

Its also interesting that I can tell my parents I wanna kms, and I know they won't report me, and if they do, I can just accuse them of lying (I speak the language of this country better, they cannot win a he-said-she-said verbal debate against me) but I cannot tell a therapist I wanna kms, because their words would be more credible to courts. But I can rant about my parents to a therapist, but cannot say that stuff to my parents.

What made that show ‘taxi cab confessions’ great back in the day

(Hannibal Lecter voice) One time I saw a snail moving by my leg as a boy, and I decided to race it. I had nothing to do, so you could imagine how long this race took. You must ask yourself Clarice…do the snails still race for you?