I just realized how scared I am of my school friends reading my old random book. Of finding out who I was, and who I still am to some degree. How they find out how little I let them know. When they realize I'm not always the happygolucky girl they know. How I was friendless and alone. How I had built myself up. How the walls came tumbling down. How my emotions could have killed me without you guys. How much I trust you. How much I am still independent.

But I'm even more afraid of you guys realizing how little we know about each other...