If you don’t care about this don’t read it and complain, OK gtfo nao

 I remember when there was a time when honesty was something I valued, I remember when I saw no reason for secrets. I also remember the foundation for those beliefs. It was all about me being a normal kid then a normal teenager and not being ashamed of things that I, and everyone else was going through. Then I realised that my parents denial did not mean these things were normal. Now I don’t know, I don’t know what to tell, what to keep, what is okay to say. I can’t work it out. It’s like trial and error, little bits are slipping out all over the place and the next day is filled with regrets and worry and “never again” becomes a common thought for a while. No one has ever told me where the line is.