Hypothetically, do you have any idea how hard it is to have so much information in your head and you can’t say any of it to anyone, because if anyone knew you knew the things you knew, it could tear all your family and friends apart.
And any poems or stories you have written about these thing you knew, cannot be shared, no matter how good the piece of work is, because then they would know you knew the things you weren’t supposed to know. But then you think why not post them, no one reads your blogs anyways, then decided not to because it’s not worth the risk.
The many nights you’ve cried yourself to sleep because of the amount of information in your head is eating away at you on the inside, because there is no one you trust enough to share the same information with, for the fear of the conflict it would cause if any of it were to spread to the parties involved.
You wait and wait for it to resolve on it’s own without your involvement, because you want to stay the innocent party in all the mess. You continue to wear a fake smile on your face, and pretend you know nothing, when in fact you know more then you should.
So now all that is left is to write a hypothetical question about things you may or may not know about things you’re not supposed to know about. Then after you write your hypothetical piece, you laugh because this is what happens when your therapy session gets canceled.
rolleyes
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