I have been writing these since I was a child.
It just hit me today, as I lie in bed staring at the ceiling. The first confession was done when I was maybe 13 or so.
Clearly it resonates with people, otherwise they wouldn't be reading it, so why is it that I find these confessions so fulfilling AND so stifling?
I wish I knew why we all found house camaraderie so comforting.
