Someone told me something about a good a friend, a secret. This secret is not a nice one, and leaves me really disappointed in him. He doesn’t know that I know, I can’t tell him that I know, and though this information influences the way I think about him, how much I (no longer) wish to see him etc, I can’t act any differently without raising questions that I can’t answer. I’m glad I know this secret, a reminder to be careful who I trust, and I wonder, perhaps this friend is no longer such a good one. But it would sure be easier on my mind if I didn’t (know). I truly believe that within reason, ignorance or selective ignorance is bliss. So, to my question: have you ever wished you never knew something, but been glad you know it at the same time ?
This, I guess, is my return (or, considering I never really got into it at all), my entrance to D.A. *vowes to update more*






--
Life is the time spent sifting through mediocre moments in search of those which are extraordinary.
--
"I have often regretted my speech, never my silence." ~Xenocrates
"To anyone who wants to see things change, love is the movement." ~Switchfoot
--
GRAWR! I EAT YOU <3
visit my souvenir shop ^^: [link]
--
my stock photoographs www.istockphoto/salihguler
I like your shots about a guitar ^^
--
Pretend the world is dead | Bang Bang | .
--
--
great minds think alike: if i liked ur work then you might want to check mine out.
Previous Page12Next Page