What I feel is what I feel. You ask me to explain it to you, but you don't understand. You say you do, but if you did, then why do you still act as if I have no feelings? I opened myself up you and that's the last time. I don't need to explain myself to anyone. I am who I am and I am happy with that. I've accepted the fact that life is full of shit and I know more shit is coming. I'm not waiting for it necessarily, but I know it's coming so I might as well prepare myself for disappointments in life. You think that's whack? It just might be because you are still living in the colorful world. You are in denial of the real world. In reality, the world is all black and white, with no shades of gray. Your world.. is full of color. When will the rest of you grow up with me? Or am I the one that's in denial... trying to act older and more mature?... and maybe I'm the one not seeing reality?...