Mad-Twatter

Life was deceptively calm for awhile before I felt it all come crashing down.  I can't concentrate on anything for a prolonged period of time, but with everything maniacally thrashing around in my brain, it's fairly understandable. I have trouble opening up to people and when I do, the result is often the same.  Forever running from secrets that should've never been revealed... but a secret is honestly only a secret if you tell someone. If you can manage to hold in your darkest secrets and feelings, there's nothing to worry about.  Or well, possibly insanity but I think I've already crossed that line. Now something that's not so secret is e