Lies, the world is full of it; nobody's perfect, in fact, the world isn't perfect either. If telling the truth would save a lifetime of happiness, why must we lie? If lying and stealing was a crime; why must we have laws to abide when in the end we eventually break it anyway? If a simple sorry would solve everything, why do we need cops in the first place?
The world is a mystery, that's what I thought. Studying the existence of human beings was a nerve-wracking puzzle that kept scientists scratching their heads for answers.
If you were to keep a secret and pretend that someone else's lies were a reality, would you keep it until you breathe your last? When you rest in your grave?
I always wondered what my life would be like if I hadn't seen it if I hadn't gone back to face this hell I got into...
I don't regret it though.