there's no hipocrisy. there's no betraying. there're no principles. there's no selfishness. there's no nothing. there's only will. will. will. willing... the hunger of "to-be" strikes again. I just don't wanna keep fingering that stinging wound. I just wanna be ok. they won't understand, they'll judge and charge me and, certainly, - Dylan was right! - they'll put my head in a guillotine. what can I do except wearing an adamantium necklace? not much...
