I don’t know when it had begun. I can’t pin point to the exact situation or feeling that started this. It had been a series of incidents, bundles of hidden feelings that had led to all this. I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong, I love it, but sometimes it gets tiresome.
Wait. Where are my manners? I didn’t give you a proper introduction.
I’m conscience. Conscience of a girl.
Don’t believe me?
Well, you got to. Because it’s true. I’m inside everyone.
Most often I get ignored. Some people listen to me. Some listen and don’t care. To some, I don’t even exist, they bury me deep inside their filthy thoughts. I get stuck there.
You see I’m only as strong as you believe me to be. I’m dependent on your thoughts, your actions and everything in between. I don’t usually tell stories, but this girl made me to tell one. A story about her. It may not be a great one but it’s worth telling.
