Sometimes there are good secrets. Sometimes there are big secrets.
But why do I have to be burdened with a secret that I don’t want? Didn’t want to hear? And couldn’t really care for? From a friend who I am not sure is a friend. Know what I mean?
But of course, I never asked to be told. And now I have to be responsible for the knowledge since I know. And yeah, I know everything.
This sucks.
posted by The Imaginary Diva at 1:19 PM
