This year I wished for love.. To immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel.

Mistaken identity

There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated. No secret can be kept in a civilized world. Society is a masked ball, where everyone hides his real character, then reveals it by hiding. 
Who you are is who you are. We're liars. We're thieves. We're addicts. We take our happiness for granted untill we hurt ourselves or someone else. We hold grudges. And when faced with our mistakes, we reinvent the past. We reinvent ourselves. At least, we try. We're prideful and we're lustful and we are incredibly flawed. And eventually, our flaws catch up to us.
I need to believe that there's still justice, that even now, in a world full of grey and spin and compromise, if you choose to do wrong, and you prey on good people when you do, someone will stand up to you and fight back.