don't speak

Don't ask. Don't tell.

If I'm not allowed to ask simple questions, how am I going to make complex decisions? Some people have this need to hide everything away as though there is something to hide, something worth being ashamed about, something shady and secretive. Some part of their being, their life, their psyche maybe, that they need to keep in the shadows. Well, let me tell you something my friend: continue to live your life with big fat bold lines around each sector of your soul, continue to horde your "secrets" because there will come a day when I will stop caring, stop bothering, stop caring. Remember, every action has an opposite reaction. Don't tell me what I can and cannot do within the realm I function in. Don't dare dictate what I can and cannot say, talk or ask in the world I've so carefully built. If you want to tear it down, go ahead... I want to see you try.

Go on: live like you have something to hide, I promise you I'll give you something real to regret.

Rie's in a foul foul mood.

Ps: To you guys who like to call and ask if I'm writing about you everytime I rant- don't. Really.