(1:18) confessions

Disregard the faces when you see me. I know they are burnt in your memory. Do not fret this is not reality. I don't speak to you because of what haunts me. I hope you read this, and if you do I hope you know what this is about. I hate that everything happened this way, but it wasn't my choice. It's so ridiculous that one choice affects so many things. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. The smallest decision can and will affect life as we know it. I don't know what is going to happen. You're relentlessly seeking answers from me. I respect that. But at this time in my life I don't know if the answers you've sought can be revealed. It's crazy how my emotions can paralyze me.

Just be patient...please.