"Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. Kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream." Dead Poets Society.
My journal is Friends Only because I am a coward.
It seems that every thing I thought until this moment (until this disaster) has been lie. and i don't think i mind it so much.