the nothing
I am not like everyone else. When I look around at the world, I see a different place, full of people that reminded me of each other. I hear the same stories being told by different people every where I go, I see the same thing in almost everyone. I'm giving up.. I made up my mind about it. It's been a long 23 years, and I don't care anymore. I figure out what I am planning on doing to fix all of this, but I am going to wait a few months first. I would like to finish up a few things before it is all said and done. I am fine with this, it is what has to be.