It's strange, this need we have as human beings to know things about each other, to spread news, to spread lies about the people around us. It can be extremly fun but there comes a point where it can all spiral out of control and it turns into a flaming ball of fire that cannot be stopped until it burns everything to the ground...
The sad part is that the people who contributed the least, are usually the ones that get blamed the most. I wanted to stop the ball, I really did. But something inside of me, an instinct if you will, forced me to roll it down a hill...
They say that the best thing to do during a fire is to run away as far as possible and wait untill it goes out. But what if you're stuck in the middle of the blazing inferno with no way to escape? I'm stuck. Surrounded by the scorching tempest that I lit in the first place. Karma really is a bitch...
