I think I'll get used to sharing things that have already happened. I think I'll find out more about the secrets of these things. But I was wrong, the longer it was instead of getting used to it, in fact, I always feel strange about these things. The deeper I dive into this world, the more fool I become, the more secrets I know the greater the facts are hidden. Even day after day I felt more and more insecure like something was waiting for me. Something big, and very, very heavy. But I resist revealing it to many people, only Vanilla that I trust enough to pour out my thoughts and feelings.