I am exposed I feel naked, vulnerable even. I may as well be wearing nipple tassels and shouting look at me look at me as I run down Oxford Street.
I have been found out, not entirely but enough to make me a little wobbly and on high alert. A 'friend' I found has revealed my predicament (as I often refer to it) to not one but two people at my uni! in my world two people knowing in what I consider my untainted haven, is like announcing you have the clap in a crowded bar-too much information and people are bound to treat you differently.
nobody knows about me here, it is my clean slate. So am I mad with said friend? I cannot be sure a the moment. but the overwhelming feeling of invasion is creeping in.
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