While watching the History channel this evening, I saw a preview of a show called America's Book of Secrets. As soon as I read and heard those words, I suddenly remembered something. I did once possess my very own Book of Secrets. Well, it was more like a Filler of Secrets but even so, it still contained all my secrets, dark secrets that I haven't told a single soul at that time. Before, I remember saying to a friend that I am the perfect person to share secrets to because I'm very forgetful. I would have forgotten a secret you have confided to me months after you've shared it. The forgetfulness prompted me to write all the secrets that I keep. Now looking back, having to write one's secrets in a thin, small book seemed to be a very bad idea. Now, I can't remember where I hid it. I can't even remember the things, all the promiscuity and curiousity, I wrote there. Should my relatives find my secrets I'm pretty sure all hell will break loose.
6 hours ago
Andito sa akin ung book tapos napublish ko na abangan mo nlng sa national bookstore lols
ReplyDeleteayus lang. andun sikreto mo hahaha
DeleteNaku. Di na makita ang book of secrets. Pamdouble cross yun. Lol
ReplyDeleteOo nga. baka biglang sumulpot pag rich and famous na ko. :P
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