Secrets, secrets are no fun

Everyone has a huge mouth. There is nothing I feel I can talk about without the words spreading like wildfire. I used to have faith that certain parts of my life would remain on the hush with only myself and the select few I decided to tell knowing what's going on but that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. Why should anything be kept a secret when it makes for interesting conversation? Why does it appear to me that everyone has a better grasp about what's going on with my life than I do? Nothing is sacred, nothing is secret.