No trust

People trust me with their secrets—but they shouldn't.

I guess I have one of those trustworthy faces, or I'm good at making comforting small talk. People meet me and they just start telling me everything. It's very profitable.

I know it's not very cool of me to profit off of people's inner feelings, but what else can I do? Talking with people is the only thing I'm good at. And hey, if they didn't want that stuff out there they should have wrote it in a diary or something rather than telling me.

What am I doing? I should stop telling the misfortunes of others to others, in the end that the one who will feel worse is me, but it is impossible not to say it!

I finally decided to call up Georgia and tell her I’m sorry. She of course met me with a disgruntled tone and hung up. Fine, in that case I will never speak again to anyone about anything. If only that would be possible, everyone knows I can’t shut up.

I tried to put it out of my head. A few weeks and some bad behavior later, I felt the need to connect. I texted once, then I’d check regularly to see if there was a response. There wasn’t. Then, 2 days later, I saw it. I waited with my heart in my throat. Georgia: …