If you wanna get high, and go for a ride, cocaine.
I doubt any one of you cares to know that I am still breathing (at times regretfully). Life moves, my debt drowns me and suffocates me constantly, and I am nothing but a pawn to this world. Pity Alicia for her world has turned grey and dark without any hope of survival. I have come to the inate conclusion that I have no idea who I am. What am I doing with my life? I feel that world shall just swallow me up where I stand, and that is my destiny thus far. Emotions have become a falsehood. An illusion which I can not grasp the concept of. Foreign, unfeeling, colorless in my eyes.
Who am I?