There's a set of things that we feel we shouldn't tell anyone about; the criteria of this set differs from person-to-person but largely it still exists; it's innate, a censure imposed by ourselves on ourselves. And so I know that writing about the thoughts I have when I'm alone, when I'm upset, when I'm touching the human experience for just anyone to read is wrong but I don't care. Maybe you'll find some truth here; maybe you'll be able to *connect* with me in the most basic of senses.