everyone is becomming more and more secretive. tons of private entries, tons of secrets kept from friends previously thought trustworthy, so much suspicion. who to trust, who to trust? that is the question, the big one. how about no one? thats always a choice. trust in god, and no one else, because they are human, and that is the biggest sin anyone can commit. dont even trust yourself hun, you will let yourself down a million more times than everyone else will. cause its a sin to be human, everyone knows that. lets all be proud of our sins, wave them in the air, write it in blood on the walls. i will, you slit my throat with the fact that you dont care, and then i wiped it all over all the walls, i wrote despair on the wall, for all the world to see. an imperfection, so lets all kill it. hurry, before you run too fast to catch up with it. ill paint your walls in my blood. it will seem bright and beautiful at first, but just wait, it will turn brown and wilted and ugly. and it will smell of betrayal. and you will hate it, and it will close in on you, and you wont be able to breathe. it will close in on your throat and ill smile to myself as you gasp for air and claw at me, and it wont give in this time. kill the imperfections. cut out my tounge so i cant speak anymore of this nonsense, and then kill everything imperfect in the world, including me. dont worry, i wont say a word. you can make an insanity plea and it will all be dandy. its for the good of the whole anyway, right?