Anonymous.

Which is what I want this to remain. But why in the first place would I write, if I didn't want those whom I want to know, to know. Like an outlet, for things that cannot be said. And will remain unsaid. The most private yet public thing, so personally impersonal to the point it almost frustrates me!

On the list of things that frustrate me is you. Or rather they. Who in this wide world can you trust. The people that you thought you could always proving you wrong. I'm sick of it, truly. And whats worse is that I didn't even think it was that way. Maybe I was momentarily blinded. I over think everything, but I am trained too. I am attentive, for years of needing to be. I can handle. But when someone questions me, I cannot take it. Confidentiality is a massive part of who I am, I'd like to think I come across as easy to talk to and trustworthy. But when you go round throwing accusations at me, how I am supposed to look at myself the same! Perhaps it's true. Maybe I am, and hence the increase, but I don't believe you. And now to restart the game. Ever more complicated.

There is possibility. But that is another story.