"Does that scare you?"
And she had a point.
So today, I opened up tabs and tabs of bits and pieces that make up who I am. And I read and looked at all the things that I keep locked, even from myself.
There is history, of course, old entries, angsty poems.
But there are unsent letters, pages of things that have been carved out from a living, breathing person.
And then, there is me.