Secrets.

I hate secrets.

People know that they can, so they do, but I hate when people tell me secrets.

I won't tell.

I mean, yeah, some secrets get told to my best friend, but not extremely harmful ones.

People who think I tell them everything, are dead wrong.

Which is weird.

Because I thought I told everyone everything.

But looking at it tonight, I figured out that I really don't.

I'm big on not lying, because I suck at it.

I'm honest, so I can pick out when people lie fairly easily.

I'm observant, so I know exactly what people do.

I'm quiet around people I secretly hate, so they think they can trust me.

And I hate that.

I love knowing things so I'm not left wondering, but I still hate it at the same time.

I know something that you don't.

I know a lot of things that you don't.

And I so badly want to tell you.

But, trust.

That's the problem.