all done for nothing, years of oppression and guilt and confusion, gone in a moment of pleasure, followed by regret. sometimes we think we've chosen right, or that we've done wrong, but right and wrong dont really exist do they? whos to say its okay to do the things other people arent okay with? whos to say otherwise? maybe things just happen, and when they do, you react, and theres nothing more to it. maybe that is just that, it is just it. maybe you dont have to look into it so deep as its nothing more than just a tragedy waiting to happen. its not as complex as it seems, its just, something that happens. something that will. something that already did. and its okay.