You know what the worst part is?
I'm in that position where I can't talk. And even if I can, I won't.
Doing so would drag me deeper into this, deeper than I want to.
And while I haven't talked, the paranoia of the repercussions of silence is slowly chewing through my mind.
It's torture knowing what is at stake by this childish fiasco.
I refuse to get dragged into this, so I refuse to speak.
And if you know better, do stop putting me in the middle.