d_scully | (146) Hidden

No matter the number of years I spend on this planet, there is not one person who will ever know everything about me. Strangers may drift in and out of my life, some becoming friends, lovers or more, but they will only ever know the parts of me I choose to share. It's necessary for me to keep something back, to shield some piece of myself from public view. It's this little piece that keeps me centered, grounded, sane - whatever you choose to call it. It belongs to me and me alone, and I refuse to ever let it be subjected to judgment or scrutiny. There is nothing worse than revealing a part of yourself to someone you trust, only to have it used against you at a later time. When the warmth of friendship or love has cooled, any part of you is vulnerable to attack. Any part except that which is still unknown. That part of me that I keep safe and private will never be used against me.

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