My eyes are red and sore where I've been crying. My arm hurts from where I fell asleep a few hours ago, sucking my thumb for comfort and then turning on it. It's like a secret - my little secret. A secret that no one can know. No one thats not reading this. And that's why no one does know. I like to play games. Secrets are like games to me. It's an effort not to tell, a face to wear, until it takes over your life. I wear Achilles necklace on a day-to-day basis. I apply my apple-flavoured chapstick, strech my lips and face daylight.