Should there be some abuser of my honesty, I only intend to find myself disappointed in my world for letting such a deception exist, nonetheless holding steadfast in the sort of routine I believe should be right: to speak openly and honestly. Living long in isolation, free of many social expectations, void of ambitious ideas of ego, my interpretation of that which should remain private is altered. Or perhaps it is more so due to living in this paranoid state, feeling there is no privacy.