Like I expected, it was all a sham. Some things in life, are just simply so expected. But others, are simply complicated. My life is good? You should really come try it. Get a taste of it. You don't know a thing. Don't assume. Humans are irritating substances. Whatever I do, it's always not enough. So, what else should I do. Everything? Anything? Whatever. Perhaps I should go JC, if I can make it. Life there is so predictable. Anti-social? You haven't seen a real one yet. Emo? You haven't experience like a true-blue emo. Depressed? So what, big deal? Nothing is ever there. Nobody is ever there. Noone is ever here. Not one thing. I should go be an assassin. Description fits. No doubt. I should get lost. I'm like getting on everybody's nerves. I hate it. Oh by the way, I hate you. Bet you don't know what I'm talking about. However, I don't care already. I hope you don't appear again. And, talk about me? Talk about yourself first.

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