Honestly. I shouldn’t be so gullible. My defense stooped low and crippled with fragility. It happens without any alarm. This is the problem for being a good-next door in nature person. Your conscience keeps you guarded like a Disturbia. For others, it maybe trivial. But not me. I don’t wanna be a murderer. Oh, my head is spinning and my stomach is tying knots I loath. Maybe, I just can’t sleep tonight.