It has been brought to my attention that my friend James, is the only follower of my blog. The realization of this is bittersweet. James is an incredibly sweet guy who I am growing to like more and more everyday. It says so much about his friendship to me that he would be willing to put himself out there for me. James – if you are reading this, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.On the flip side, this news has also caused me to realize that the people who are closest to me, whom I know keep up with the blog, have not become official ‘followers’. I cannot help but to wonder if their reluctance to do so is from embarrassment, or simply that they really do want to retain their privacy. Either way, I respect their wishes. I won’t lie though, it still makes me wonder. If there is shame involved, it should not be them who are ashamed. It should be me. Believe me when I say that it is me. I feel shame every second of every day that I landed myself in this place. How could I possibly be proud of that? I will be a felon for the rest of my life. I may look back on this experience, years from now, and tell someone about how I made a terrible choice when I was 20 years old, and then paid the price. But deep down, there will always be shame.