Lately i've been listening to Five For Fighting's, 100 years on repeat. I was thinking, yes we might really have a 100 years to live, but today i received news that kinda shooked me up again. What if life didn't let us live for a 100 years, give or take a few centuries. What if life was snatched away before you could happily live it till you were contented? What if you didn't want to die and you had little choice in the matteR? What if you pissed another off and they chose to eliminate you from the world? What if it will take so damn long for the people who loved you in life to find justice for you? What if you were looking foward to living and in but a moment all was crushed?


so young. so full of life. With plenty of hopes & dreams yet to be fufilled. it shouldn't have been you.

if anyone, it should have been someone satisfied to die. but then, it wouldn't be murder now would it?


The island that had me grow up in with the sense of safety and stability had better not dissappoint me in this. if not, serious consideration has to be put into thinking of ever returning. A family of lawyers - justice had better be had or there remains no hope left in a system that potrays a semblance of protection to its people.