A novel once crossed my path. Call it fate. At the time I had take in how truly fucked up my surroundings are. The morals, beliefs and standards that the young people have, are hardly considered worth having. The eyes they see the world through are that of a baby. A baby being a not yet fully formed being who has not realised his full potential (i have a sincere and contreversial remark about that quote by psychiatrist so stay tuned). This novel, again call it fate, told of a family of women who too were beginning to take in the hard truth of their fucked up surroundings. Just as in my life, some of the women were in denial, some chose to pretend as if it was okay, some of them (in my case most) playign along with the the degrading charade. Charade! I call it this only because the acts these women potray are a misrepresentation of me. I am not like most women my age. Call me puritanical if you wish. I will not get offended.

(revising…. brb)