You Killed Me First

by John Marrs

If you’re gonna be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty. Marilyn Monroe

However, there’s a lot you can learn about a person you’ve never met by what they surround themselves with.

You don’t have to understand something to accept it. You don’t know how a rocket flies into space, but you accept that it does.’

Deep down in parts I can’t reach, I hope it’s understood that I haven’t always been a bad person. I don’t reckon anyone is born evil. Everyone makes a thousand different choices each day, so it stands to reason some might be poor ones. Did I deserve to die for mine? No, I don’t think I did. But someone clearly thought differently.

Guilt is a funny old thing. Much of the time, it doesn’t trouble me, but when it comes to visit, I have an overwhelming urge to repair what I’ve broken.

‘So you have regrets?’ ‘Don’t we all,’ she says with a faraway look in her eye. ‘But you must find a way to draw a line under them. If you don’t, your past will always define your present and ruin your future.’

You don’t need a shark to introduce itself to understand he’ll rip you to shreds if he feels like it.

You don’t know what you’re truly capable of unless you’re pushed to the edge.