Who decides who is right or wrong? Who is good or bad? He tried to call my parent's house yesterday. I would have talked to him... but I can't accept collect calls. *sigh* At least I know he's still alive I guess... I wonder how his son is doing? I shouldn't. I am not part of that. I should keep my nose out. I'd like to tell him I have a daughter. I don't know why. He's a bad person, right? He's in prison... and he's entirely guilty of those crimes... so that means he's bad? *sigh* I guess I'll never really beleive that. So, why is it that I feel more criminal at times? I've lied, cheated, stolen, and hurt people... but hasn't everyone? No one is truely innocent. There are terrible secrets I keep... things I've done. Things I do. Things I think. So who is a true criminal? The heartbreaker or the heartbroken... we're all just grains of sand in the hourglass of eternity...