I had a long talk with my older sister today and learnt about more family secrets. Secrets that I’m not suppose to know about. Secrets that I’m not supposed to talk about. I get angry thinking about it. Why is it we just can’t talk about these things? Why do they have to kept bottled up? So I’m going to do what I said I would long ago. I’m going to write a book about these family secrets. Will I ever try and get it published? I don’t know. It would not paint certain family members (mostly of the older generation), in a good light. But know matter what; I want to get it all out. I want to be released from it all.