I feel like I have a big crate full of obscurity. I lug it around, but I'm not really sure what is in it. I feel like I have hidden bits of myself, I don't know why.
That is an ambiguous phrase : "I don't know why". It could mean:
I don't know why I feel this way
or
I don't know why I've hidden these things
Well, the truth is that I don't know why I feel this way and I am not sure why I would have hidden these things. I have some suspicions, though. I think, perhaps I have been afraid of what people will think of me.
Part of the reason I have started this journal is to overcome that fear. Let us see what happens when I pry open this crate of obscurity. I'm a little scared but also full of hope.
Reading
Wishing
Plotting
