Friday, November 30, 2007
The Con-Artist
I finally realise. My words do not hold meaning. They are no longer worth trusting.
I cannot be trusted anymore.
So many I've hurt but am not able to heal. So many I've lied to but am not able to help recover from.
And apart from that, I've got so much to do. So many people to prove that I'm right, and even more to prove that they are wrong.
But how will that be possible? I speak on the basis of fantasy and wild dreams. How sure am I actually, when I share my dreams and share how I am going to achieve them? How do I convince someone with something I'm not even sure of myself?
I don't know...
I just don't know...
I cannot be trusted anymore.
So many I've hurt but am not able to heal. So many I've lied to but am not able to help recover from.
And apart from that, I've got so much to do. So many people to prove that I'm right, and even more to prove that they are wrong.
But how will that be possible? I speak on the basis of fantasy and wild dreams. How sure am I actually, when I share my dreams and share how I am going to achieve them? How do I convince someone with something I'm not even sure of myself?
I don't know...
I just don't know...
Justin, 01:23