When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies.
I write in hope that one day you will answer me and that everything can again be like it was… Though I know that can never be.
I am not a torturer. Though it so often is what people deserve. And it does provide answers. But they’re usually the wrong answers. My job is to find the right answers. Do you know how I do that? I do it by making people happy.