"You see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges,
for me, this time."
- "It's On!"
It's strange living a life so different from everybody else's. They claim I'm the confused one, yet i feel it's they who are confused. I can't tell you exactly what it is that pains me, not because i don't want to but because I feel that it is a little bit of everything. Time, death, the finite, the confusion this world revolves around. I'm depressed, have been for about the past six years...