Throughout the entire September, something secretive in me crawling through my skin and demanding to take a real look of myself, again.

Only this time…

This time I feel the urge of self-realization is a magnitude stronger, driven by time, pushing me have to do it.

The only problem is, I am really not sure if they are really what I feared, instead of mere fetishes. I thought I did forget them and moved on… but…

But I am not sure!