row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream

Three sides of any story: yours, mine, the truth.

How close one to another depends solely on who sees it.


Potato, potahto
Glass half full, glass half empty
You name it.

Even the most logical, datas-based side?
If it doesn't meet with communal thinking, nuh uh, you're screwed.

merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream



a phrase that comprehensively explain div's state these few weeks:
fucked up.

physical bruise is the least thing to be worried. 
currently, div is still socially functioning, but her own life?
the targets, plans, that were made? crumbling. 
the shock,
the fear,
the inability to grasp the facts,
the immobility of mind,
the things that div shouldn't be.

div does need help to trace her way back on track.