a lengthy postsecret

This apartment is quiet. The walls are thin within, but I can't hear the outside. All of the snow we just had adds to the feeling of isolation. Even if I could get out there, I couldn't go very far. Trying not to let my chest tighten. I used to love the feeling of no one knowing where I was or what I was doing, now I feel like that so often, it's not fun anymore.

I don't know when I wrote this, it's in my ANONYMOUS JOURNAL, but when I found it tonight, I couldn't help but love it. Just another piece I'm sure I wouldn't want to share.