I hate knowing things. Things I wish I didn’t know. Things that could hurt people close to me. Things that involve me. Things that someone I trust did. Things that gnaw away at me. Things that start driving me insane. Things that make me question myself. Things that I shouldn’t feel guilty about but do. I hate knowing things like this. Why did it have to change? It wasn’t supposed to. It was supposed to stay the way it was forever but now it’s getting all weird and awkward and different. When I brought it up the strangeness only got stranger. Now I have to watch the way I act and the things I say because I don’t was to send out some sort of “message.” I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? God, this sucks.