Something is wrong.
And I'm not talking about it.
That's right, you heard me correctly. No typos there.
I don't like refusing. I feel like I'm being ripped in half.
Master knows something is wrong. I realize now that there is no point in hiding when something is wrong, because he always knows. And I hate that. But I love him for it.
It is possible I should give in.
Why won't I talk about it? Well, if I said why then that would be talking... and I'm not talking.
Am I being ridiculous and acting like an adolescent child? I sure am.
Will I regret this post tomorrow? I sure will.
Do I care at the moment? I sure don't.
My lips are zipped and I threw away the key.