Late night thoughts.

Night 8.

He: why can't you tell me!? It's getting me insane.

Oh no, here we go again. But what can I say I was who caused this. Every time something happens to me there's a needing to tell him everything. So I say to him, hey. And then he ask what for me to tell him about it.

Me: I don't know, I was about to tell you something and then I just regret it.

Let's be honest here, I cannot tell him I forgot what i was about to say. I really don't know how does he knows when I'm lying or not with just looking my eyes. And  It's actually starting to be awkward when I lie to him, so now I'm not trying anymore to lie in front of him.

He: hey! Now you gotta tell me.

Why!? Why me. I don't have to tell him everything, I mean, he isn't my dad or anything.

But he can be.

Shut down hormones, I don't need you now.

Me: I would contaminate you from my dark thoughts.

At final, that's the truth. He doesn't even want to know, he is just curious.

He: that's all I want.

Ok, bye. I'm done.