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...Have you ever felt like everybody you know is secretly joking, and you're the punchline? Have you ever woken up from a dream and forgot how you got home? Have you ever looked around at all the faces in your life and only seen Gemini's? I do believe that all the people in the world are secretly planning a full scale nuclear attack, and I am their target. Could this be the life's work of a skitzofrantic personality with paranoia? My moods have depicted who I am, and nobody around me understands that, or wants to give to shits to find out why. Solitude is a Motherfucker.

...I wonder if a tree fell in the Forrest and I was the only one to hear it, would people think I cut it down? Chances are this is nothing more than regurgitated Psycho babble, and even more chances prove that not a one of you understand a fucking word. Then again, I could be wrong. I once heard a song by girl that I didn't know, her voice was that of an angel. I loved listening to her sing. I had never heard anything like that before in my life, and neither did she. I wonder if deaf people have it better than people who can hear? I wonder what it would be like to never hear another song again, or hear the sound of raindrops forming puddles in my front lawn. I wonder what it would be like to never hear a lie again. Then again, I would probably be paranoid everyone was lying anyway.

Why am I still here? Only to be lonely? What is my fucking purpose? Only to be lied to? What is my reason for breathing? Only to feel pain. Or is it just to piss the world off when I finally loose it? Fuck it ... I need some weed and so do you.