There are a few things I've been holding close to my chest here, things that I've held close ever since they happened, all in an attempt to avoid thinking about it and avoid owning up to what I've done. I've felt that way here too, despite knowing how easily everyone can discover some of our dirty secrets. In an effort to stop running from what I've done, I think I need to get it off my chest. I can't move on if I'm carrying it on my back like this forever.
I lived on a planet called Caprica, years ago. It was one of the twelve planets that made up our colonies. My father had been in the military for my entire life, which meant he was away a lot. My parents divorced when I was eight, and I saw him less after that. It took us years to fix our relationship and to stop blaming each other for everything that went wrong.