The light defining, the light dividing.

My dad tells me I'm a dissapointment. I want to tell him that I'm just a product of my environment. Thank you Mom, for teching me to lie. Thank you Dad, for teaching me about broken promises.You both trusted me once, I trusted myself once, I trusted you once. But hey, I can still smile and pretend like everything's ok.

My weekend was good, but I'm getting tired of the charade.

Everything will work out, I just can't remember a time when I believed the things I said about morals and values. No worries.