I'm so confused.

I now know too many things. Things about people i actually shouldn't know. These secrets are in my head, nothing can be done about that now.

It's difficult when you have no one to talk to. I so desperately want to tell these people about the hidden parts of their lives. Responsibilty, however, demands that i remain silent. I feel so alone now.

Why did i have to know? What purpose is this knowledge to me? The world must be testing me.