Sometimes I just wish that people would keep some things to themselves.

Like in all honesty I really don’t want to know about some of the things that I’ve been told.

I could live perfectly fine without being informed about who did the dirty with who, who made out with who, who caught an STD from who, and all that other stuff.

But unfortunately people have to tell me these kinds of things, and then I’m left in an awkward situation where I can’t look at the person straight in the face anymore after being told of the “things” they’ve done.