Sometimes I forget that this isn't my diary.
I try my best to carefully select the words I write so that I won't hurt anyone.
But I hurted them, anyway.
So tonight, I wiped the dust from my Moleskin notebook,
Took a pen,
And puked the words out.
Every single secret.
Every single sin.
Well, at least, that's just between you & I, Moleskin.