I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are.

There's a song

that I've been listening to

so much.

Too much.

All the time.

The chorus goes

I

don't

care

if

the world knows

what my secrets are.

Maybe it's cliche,

but it gives me all the good feels.

I'm on a run,

and I'm all like,

YEAH!

I DON'T CARE

IF THE WORLD KNOWS

WHAT MY SECRETS ARE!

I was thinking,

When did that start?

When did I become

an open book?

When did I become the person

who shares things

on the internet

that are just-a-bit-too-personal?

And then I remembered

that in the fifth grade,

I liked Michael June.

One day at our lockers

at the back of the classroom,

the girl who intimidated me

said to me,

probably in that taunting sing-song,

"You have a crush on Michael!"

And my face went red,

I'm sure,

and I got ten-year-old defensive

and said,

"No, I don't!"

completely unconvincingly.

And she laughed at me

and I was embarrassed.

Of course.

But later that day,

we were at our lockers again,

and the same thing happened.

But this time,
when she accused me
of liking Michael,

I summoned some sort of

ten-year-old gumption

and said,

"Yeah, so?"

And I remember

that she didn't respond.

And I remember

being surprised

that I didn't feel embarrassed.

I'm glad I remember
that that happened.

I don't care

if the world knows

what my secrets are!

See also
I feel free.