what i'll never say to you.

just because you have justified in your own mind that you have done nothing wrong and everything is okay doesn't mean you're right.

even when you think no one will find out about your actions, you slip up and practically lay it out on the table for everyone to see. and i hate that you force me to make hard decisions and you don't even know i am aware of what happened. you don't know how much i hate that.
i guess i can't point all the fingers at you because i've kept my mouth shut about it. but when something like this happens, how do you just casually bring it up? it's not like we can sit over tea and mention, oh hey i know about this, would you like a scone? it would be nice if life worked like that. obviously it doesn't. this is all a recurring cycle and if i keep myself in it eventually i'm going to make myself numb to all emotions. i'm a stone when it comes to this. i'm a pro at keeping quiet when most people i know would blow up. i've given you so many chances to get your skeletons out of the closet and you won't do it. i don't know if i can wait on you to dust them off and have the guts to expose them. all i want is for you to have the nerve to tell me so i dont have to say i know. that's all.

learn to be happy with what you've been given in life and your closet will always be empty.