I dont understand whether I am right or wrong, whether I am impulsive or spontaneous. Why do I need to fight for what I think is right , I am a part of the system and if the system is corrupt I too have to be corrupt, if people are back-stabbers I too should be one.......why do I need to blossom too soon when I know that the winter will kill me.I just hate these spiters and sarcastic people and I fear that I will spill the beans one day.....dont know what  will happen....????