friday january third 2014....i can't beleive myself...i have been silent all this time and now i can't stop myself...now what...a scene from the real world? there is nothing good in the real world...a scene from the prallel universe then....i keep thinking of "the fugitive"or the "bourne identity"...in everytime...i am the equivilant to Jadon Bourne...or Richard Cimble...the person that all the evidence tell ...with absolutely no doubt...that they are guilty...while they are not..
where does this come from? why this sense of injuctice...why this repeated scene where i never speak for myself...where i let the truth reveal itself ...by itself...honestly i don't know...may i am tired of people who have one and only one idea in their head and refuse to beleive anything else...it is the ultimate injustice...even at the simplest aspects of life....i can't stand injustice...it is a weakness.
.it destroys me when people judge me...or beleive in me something that is not...specially if it is someone that i care about...may be one day i will be more indifferent
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