Holding It

Maybe I have become a secret keeper. Or maybe just a little more tight lipped about what's going on inside my head. But I guess that's a good thing. It keeps me from getting kicked out of everything, including friendships (if only the same were true with relationships, I'd be in great shape). It doesn't feel particularly great to walk around with stuff hanging on to my ankles, but my limp is fairly unnoticeable at the moment.

So I'm sitting here, holding it in, along with the other things I have to hold in, hoping I don't have to let anything out during the night. We could have a crisis on our hands if that happens.