on truths, lies and opinions

too much information isn't always a good thing...

after 13 years, i've grown tired of trying to hear all sides of the story so i can come up with my own opinion. what's the point? what's passed is past, and what is having my own opinion of the matter really going to do for me? how is it really going to benefit me at this point?

someone's truth is always someone else's lie, and vice versa. at least that's how i see it right now.

here's what i've realized in the last day...

my mother is weak. my father is a cheater. and my grandmother is a hypocrite. i'm aware that nobody is perfect, but here it is, my family, the people that i care about and love the most - weak, cheat and hypocrite. and i love them anyway [10.31.2013].