This blog is a secret. And so am I. The noise is great because it makes it easier to hide - to be invisible. To exist without all of the eyes watching and the people judging. But now it's time to be quiet. It's time to be honest. My parents don't know about that blog post I wrote on Hey There, Delilah and I never shared it with them because it was a secret and because I think my mom would be ashamed that I opened up to people I barely knew, but it took me seven and a half years to talk to her about it. My little brother is afraid of becoming my father and I think that's a little alarming. But I'm glad he's trying to be better. I can't make decisions and I struggle with expectations because I feel like no matter how hard I try, I will always let people down. I will always be a disappointment. Years ago, I was raped. And I don't remember it. And he doesn't understand it, even though he tries his best to be patient. And he says he loves m...
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