I realised today that I have a lot of 'skeletons in my closet'. That fleeting feeling of panic when someone says something and you don't know what they mean...just that it can't be good. I don't think that I regret my past behaviour, it's made me, it's inspired me. I just think that I shouldn't have let it stray so close to home. Everyone I know is interlinked somehow and there are things that I've done that I'd rather keep closed in. I am home for the month.