Because no one can be trusted.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.