I want to talk

I want to tell someone everything that happened to me in Taz. I want to tell them everything, and I want to know that they won't tell anyone.
I want to tell someone about M and for them not to tell anyone. And I don't want B or T to know that I want to talk to the school counsellor. Because I'm pretty sure they'll ask why.
I just want to talk for ages and for no one to stop me, and then to rub my back and say that it's OK to feel this way about stuff.
Maybe I shall retreat into the playhut with a phone and call youth line. They'd listen.