What is purposely made unknown to someone by another is rather dangerous. What needs to be hidden usually has the ability to create massive destruction and once the truth serves as a wretchedness that you can’t get rid of, it makes you suffer by constantly reminding you to look back on what you had found out. Honestly, I hate finding out things that are too much for me to handle. It’s so frustrating sometimes to know what I know and want to forget what I know. Do I blame the person for not letting me know, or should I thank them for not letting me know sooner, to have saved me from all those times of suffering? It’s a battle that I can never win.