Blinded by the light of what's virginal and pure, I'm a prude. A lame, terrified, young pupil in the search of what's correct and what's prohibited. I live in a daily bizarre confusion of the world's numerous opportunities, of it's freedom of choice, of it's freedom itself. I adore it, I admit, but I'm frighten of committing wicked, horrid mistakes.
January 11, 2013