My confession

 

Whatever the answer is I 

 

 

think I'd rather not know. 

 

I've lived my whole life imagining that people were good, at the very center of what made a human was goodness-but our free will allowed us to fail time and time again. 

 

The constant choice. 

 

 

in the sea of limitless choices there 

 

 

are

 

 

bound to be a few bad ones. 

 

That's just basic math, statistics. 

 

 

I have to admit I spent countless nights imagining what I was going to say to you. You have to understand that I process and collect things differently than the majority of people. I've never been one to conform, and 

 

 

 

I spent my whole life hiding my emotions and I think I've gotten quite good at it