[ remember, that these are the moments. ]

oOoooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo10.31.2005

::Edit::

Yes, something happened.

Hard to deny since multiple people were around for it.

But it's none of your business about the details.

My roommates have respect enough to not press.

I have told like two people about what exactly happened.

You know, I don't mind my life being out there.

I don't mind that everyone has some sort of opinion about something I'm doing at any given time.

Every day is just another episode of The Institute, right?

Fine.

But give me some privacy sometimes okay?

We all know something happened this weekend, right?

Hard to deny if people were there to witness it.

Woopee for me. I have some game.

But I have a right to keep the details to myself, don't I?

To yadda, yadda through the parts that are just for me.

And if I didn't tell you to run off and tell someone else, then just keep it to yourself alright?

I try and trust people with deeper things, but its only fodder for gossip and tattletailing.

And it fails cause if I'm so open then I'm fucked cause I asked for it, right?

Cause I'm honest about my life, you're allowed to pass it on?

Wrong.

This is the reason why I can't trust people.

You guys just keep fucking proving me right.

scribed; 10/31/2005 08:00:00 PM
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