I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate secrets. Hate them. They're unnecessary, and irritating, and annoying, and just wind me up beyond belief. And if I was any more of a bitch, any time I did anything with friends I would just say "you don't need to know".... But I'm not that much of a bitch, or more I'm selfish and don't want to cause any hassle that is necessary.
Apart from that minor rant, today has been okay, and I've felt really positive and not too bad at all... At least not until he started winding me up with his secrets.
Need a nice quiet evening.
