KCC

I just got a comment on my now unused livejournal...from a skeleton in my closet that I long ago hid under piles and piles and piles of dirty laundry, shoes, and homework I didn't actually do. This got me thinking a little bit (and almost got me in a car accident while I was thinking, but that's another story). I don't know if I've mentioned before, but I have trouble trusting people, and I have a problem with really opening up. It seems that almost every time I do, I get burned...then I have a brand new skeleton to bury, needless to say, my closet has a really really high ceiling