such things as innocence dont exist..nobody is sinless..everyone is evil in their own way..i am..i am sometimes being selfish, dont really care that much about others..sometimes we only care about things that matter only to ourselves..noone is perfect n at times being imperfect makes u guilty..makes u not so innocent..we dont call our parents everyday cause we are not perfect..we dont have the time, the energy, the money and the effort to do so..and sometimes life seems logical, as if we are living it on a track, life track..but there are times when u just dont see the track, u just see the incoming huge, miserable train right in front of u and u just stood there..if only there was someone to take ur hand, pull u out..