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I'm more secretive than I care to admit. (Would that be called metasecrecy?)
I don't quite understand my reticence to talk about myself, particularly my relationships. I can talk to myself about them, as evidenced by this infernal medium, but otherwise I cloy up and find myself silent. It's particularly daunting if I'm not even prompted to speak, although asking only helps every so often.
I dare not call it a contradiction, for there is surely a reason. But, regardless, despite my claims to the contrary, my voice still seems a whisper.
I don't quite understand my reticence to talk about myself, particularly my relationships. I can talk to myself about them, as evidenced by this infernal medium, but otherwise I cloy up and find myself silent. It's particularly daunting if I'm not even prompted to speak, although asking only helps every so often.
I dare not call it a contradiction, for there is surely a reason. But, regardless, despite my claims to the contrary, my voice still seems a whisper.