I never know what to believe. There’s this person’s truth, my truth… your truth. But is any of it true? What’s real to me may not be real to you. How do I distinguish between the two? I guess I don’t. I suppose, instead, I’ll just be in the dark. We used to tell each other everything… do we still? I guess that’s just how it is now when a person is in the dark. It’s just pitch black and you can stretch your arms out as far as you can, but still all you’ll see are your own lonely hands.