it wasn't my fault, great, cool. but it still happened, Now what. where do I begin. when will I learn I can't go back to who I was because in that event,who I was died. and who I am now was born. or did I already know and accept it. when will my past stop chasing me. who can I trust to talk to, when no one was there to listen in the first place. why do people gather around when it's to late, why didn't they help me when I needed and asked for it. why do our emotions drive out actions to do this stupid shit. why am I the piece of shit for defending and standing up for myself against an actual piece of shit. why do they think forgiveness was ever an option. I ask so many questions knowing the answer is simply because they don't care. I can scream until I'm blue in the face, and it wouldn't change my need to know why. even if I know there is no answer. because I'm insane, and I've denied it since the beginning.