Don't hate the player, hate the game.

But when the player gets dirty, what do you do? Sometimes I wonder, why can't people just learn to live their own lives, why do people get involved and mess other people's lives up. People who give them a chance to make what they made wrong right. IF your life is fucked up, do not do the same to others. There should be a line in all of us that is visible to the outside world. It should be a line you should never cross. We should also carry a book to be read by all whom we meet about who we really are. At least that way, the foolish ones get a chance to know the real person inside, not some concoction made with a little sugar and spice and everything nice.

I strongly disagree with the saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Dammit, it should read keep your enemies close but your friends closer, and this is for the good and the bad. Don't we all agree? How many times have you had your feet stepped on by those whom know you best? Doesn't it sting just a little bit more? I say bollocks to all you out there who put yourself ahead. Happy are you when your time comes.

What is done is done. Let it rest. The tussle of conscience is a battle that rages on for a lifetime. It hurts more then a slap on the face, more then a stab in the back and definitely more then a bruised reputation. It will haunt you for all eternity. For trust is a priceless gift shared between two people. When you give your word, when you ask someone to trust you, you are making a deal with the devil. Under no circumstance should you allow your self worth, self pride and self prejudice get the better of you.

Confabulation, now that's a whole different ball game. You confabulate because you never were anything, never was anyone and never had anyone. You burnt the bridges as fast as, if not faster then when you built it. And where does that leave you, with the scaffolding that was there when you were building those bridges? You'd be lucky if it was. Chances are you burnt all the bridges that connected your 'island' with others. Believe you me, their bridges are still there, only problem is, it is not connected to your island. Live on your own, survive on your own if you may. You are a cast away. Forsaken by those who cared for you, who would have stood up for you and would have been by your side through the ups and downs life presents us with. You want to believe there are others out there who would do the same, but all that remains are the charred remains of your burnt bridges. Thread them carefully, one wrong turn could spell the end of your journey. And that would make the world a better place.

You know who you are, for that little creepiness you felt while reading this emphasises you have strayed away from your deal. You become that pariah, that outcast, that loner that can never be again, a leper cast aside and away from sight. It was your decision to make, your price to pay and your burden to carry.

"Forgive sounds good, but forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything so I'm still waiting. But get one thing right, I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down and I'm still mad as hell. It's too late to make it right and I probably wouldn't if I could, cause I'm mad as hell but I can't bring myself to do what it is I think I should."