that it was so clear who the guilty party was and who was the innocent, the pitiful, the sad..
now that i know i have been truly wrong all these while what should i believe in then?
what truth is there to believe in anymore? how i wish i can just do something about it - scream, cry like a spoilt child, find fault, make a din, force a brutal confession, find a way to make sense of things
but is it all worth it? would it make it all better? would i see the light that i desire and solve everything?
or would it only make things worse? sometimes its best to stay silent and pretend that nothing's happened.
