There is a fine line between helping and being taken for granted? But is there such thing as being on the line? Or can I ask how thick is that line? That would mean there is no feeling of help or a feeling of being taken granted for. It falls not on either side of the line, but on the line itself.
Of late gray is in vogue and monochromic desires rule. I find myself trapped, trying to tread a fine line of white while at times falling into the majority of gray that is so saturated. Should I, should I not? I’ll slap you with immense hatred and embrace you later with moving tears. The anxieties involve in moral dilemmas are just too much to take. How nice it would be if the world was black and white.