i don’t care about truth.

I don’t care about truth. Whenever I need to, I lie, sometimes only to avoid offending people. I am not
mean, who would call me that? I am just my mother’s daughter, I am a product of my milieu, my time.

No shame, no gratitude, no love. When I got to that point, I finally realized I had become an adult.

nothing else matters.

I often think about my aspect and my nature. I would manage to survive in every time and in every place, sharp like a rat.
I’ve never asked myself what is good and what is evil, but only what is useful to me and what is harmful.
The only thing I care for is my life. Nothing else matters.

to love

Mom. You’ve always told me that “God loves each of his sons”. I can’t understand love. I only understand that it’s something that you take and use to feel good.

Of course we all want to be loved, but you can’t ask me to give back something that costs me time, money, or deep feelings.
There is one thing I learned since I was a child: Living without loving the people around you is very convenient. It makes you feel stronger and lighter. Of course you need a touch of hypocrisy, but don’t they teach us from childhood that a little fake grin is always well rewarded?
It’s just easier to survive by hating other people. Hatred gives you strength and makes you feel superior.

The others are nothing, I am everything. The one, the only Vanessa Pinney.