"The story here presented will be told by more than one pen, as the story of an offense against the law is told by more than one witness." -Wilkie Collins 1860 "The Woman In White"
when i was 5, i did not know then what was right and what was wrong, and i lived under the family constitution, everything that i did was in consent of my parents.
when i was 10, i broke free of that and wrote my own rules, still without knowing what was right and what was wrong, but i had fun.
when i was 15, being wild and naive, started to sort out between black n white, mom said i was turning mellow.
when i was 18, i was told that each and everyone has different perception towards certain criteria, and there's a grey are between black n white, which many still dont understand. when they watch a movie, they think that the bad guy is always bad and deserve to rot in hell.
and now i think that, the world is like a huge puzzle, and we're only to see a few tiny pieces of them, of course they are the truths, but an incomplete one, why would people judge and tell me of my doings? they might be holding a more beautiful piece among the thousand but all is required to assemble the whole picture.
i walked passed the steamboat shop and thought of having a dinner there and watch olympics channeled by that big flat projector, but im alone, it'll look just f*cking weird to take up the whole table by myself, they will either laugh or pity me, f*ck!
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