Secrets...

I guess I was never good at keeping secrets. I don't see myself as the kind of person who could really hold a secret. Granted, I have hold and I am holding secrets now, but I feel that I cannot hold a secret unto my last day on earth. I feel that one day, maybe if I can have the privilege to live up to my golden years, I might right a book that will uncover every secret that has ever touched my life along with my life's story.My family has never really trusted my with a deep secret because they fear that I might just spill the beans one day. Personally, I feel that I can keep secrets if I have to but I know that I can't keep them forever.

The Secret....

I had once had a friend who told me he was using drugs (mostly marijuana) during our middle school years. It shocked me because he was so young and through my own personal experience( I have a family member who abused the drug), I knew firsthand the negative effects the drug can have on the user and the people around him. He told me to keep it a secret from his family and I agreed because I was naive and he was my friend. Well to keep a long story short, a couple of years later, he was busted smoking the stuff at High school and he was eventually expelled since that's a major offence in the public school system. Unfortunately his family kicked him out of the house for a while and he was homeless for a couple of days. Needless to say the truth came out there and the secret nearly ruined his chances at a acedemic career but thankfully he was able to recover from it and he stopped smoking the drug.The point of my story is that that a secret can never be a secret forever, a secret will always come out if you search for it or in my friends case, if you abuse it at school. The truth will come out someway.