I used to be the best at keeping secrets. Everything IN and nothing OUT. Then one day I don't know what happened....I think my mouth exploded. People say a lot about "Secret tellers" AKA "Gossipers" mostly that they are bad, boring, negative, have nothing better to say, but I think a little differently- I think that the secrets that I have had to store away in this noggin of mine have been so colossal that I know what is important and what is not. I often get told or asked, "whats wrong with you? Are you Okay? "why do you look so angry?" When really I am fine, I am OK and well I am just listening really really intently. I might brush it off because I just dont care or have time for it but I am listening. One of my biggest declarations is " I may be passive with my friends but I am NOT stupid" I hear it and see it but if you wanna talk shit about me then sucks for you because I probably won't do anything about it.

I have come to learn a few things about secrets or telling them:
There is always a time and a place, telling someone you know their secret can be very hurtful and calculating, and really unless you have killed someone, then why keep it quiet?! Own your actions and your thoughts.

In fact if you don't "gooossip" then I don't really like you too much- all SMUG with your nose in the air. A freaking hypocrite you are when all the sudden someone says something to you- its really easy to preach if you don't follow

So what is the point of all this typing today....well I have been watching and listening for a few weeks now- thinking...of something bright to say of something meaningful but I guess there isn't anything really. I know who is talking and telling secrets. I see through the quiet whispers, big hugs, and hurtful words to intentful eyes and perfect smiles.
I don't have to say it because I see it