It’s hard, and yes pun intended on that one, but seriously this shit is hard. I mean sure I’m a platinum selling recording artist that made a couple million dollars last year.
And yes that is way better than when I was getting paid peanuts to sling drinks back in the day, but this pretending to be someone I’m not is killing me inside.
I mean sure I’m the lovable word nerd from Missouri, and I still am that guy, but I have secrets weighing down on me.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold in my feelings especially when the issue is always right there in my face, both of them constantly with me.
I can’t tell my family because I just don’t think they would understand and unfortunately my best friends, well they happen to be the problem.
I could talk to Andy; there is history there so it should be so simple. It’s so obvious that I should just tell him what is on my mind, but he wouldn’t understand the other half of my problem.
That knowledge would only upset him and the last thing I want is to hurt him.
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