Skeletons in my Closet

Everyone has skeletons in their closet. This is statement I believe I dare to make. Be it something minute or huge, there is always a secret corner left hidden in the closet. A little corner that we would probably rather forget or never had. But usually, things stay as it is. Everyone has things they wish to keep secret; things that we detest but yet, at the same time we would want to keep it as close as possible by our side 'lest the skeletons accidentally fall out of the closet... If you ask me, it's a very cruel relationship to have.

Probably that's why I feel it's a very fortunate thing for anyone to be able to find someone to dust their skeletons about with. It's a burden that would be easier to bear knowing that at least, there's someone beside you. After all, it's not easy to fulfil such a search. One thing, skeletons are not easy to handle with. We always never know how people would react to our skeletons, would they change their perception of us? Then what...? Even so, it's even more scarier to forget about the skeletons than to clean out the closet once in a while.

I cleaned out my closet recently. I'm someone who isn't comfortable in cleaning my skeletons with others even though I may preach about it being better and easier to handle if we would bother to share it with others. Slap me if you will... I sometimes try to, but decide to lock it up 'cos it doesn't concern others anyway. Things are not always pretty right here in my side of the world but perhaps no one's world is. I have some skeletons which I choose to ignore when I was young but as I grew older, perhaps they have grown with me and become stronger too. There are skeletons with me which I probably try to ignore but yet, they walk around so near by my side; and there are past skeletons which sometimes crawl out deep within the night. And... well, it hurts sometimes. Hm, it really does.

As I've said, it's an ardous task for me to find someone to dust my skeletons with. TO all my bestest friends, best friends, comrades and pals, please don't be offended after reading this, with the feeling of distrust coming from me growing within your hart. It's not that at all, on the contrary, I'm actually someone who trusts all my friends, probably in the first place, I trust myself and the decisions my hart makes where I find my friends people whom I find worthy to join me in my crossings of Life. Friends Forever, Friends For Life!!!! While at the same time, I hope my friends feel the same way about me. I believe true friends just care who you are and not what you were.

Haha! After 2 years slogging in the army hasn't exactly made the situation better, if not, it has hardened me even more so. Sigh... but I'm out of it and hopefully out of my wall too. Since that night where I dusted my skeletons and thought about all the bothersome stuff tugging at my hartstrings, I guess I should take my first step out already.

Oh well... this is mighty hard.