Remember

In the words of Depeche Mode:

"i don't want to start any blasphemous rumours, but I think that God has a sick sense of humour..."

There was a time not so long ago when things were simpler.

Right now, I am not sure that life could be any more complicated.

Remembering.

Memory is subjective.

Opinion is cheap and easily shared.

Everyone is an expert.

Who needs facts, when something else will do?

Damage is hard to fix.

Scars remain.

I chose this path and I will stay on it, but for the love of all that I hold dear, i would just like a week where everything doesn't go tits up on a whim.

Again, hell will freeze over and i will skate with the devil before that happens!!!!