General society makes me sad; people share their ideas on this smashing pumpkins as though they have figured out where Atlantis has sunken. Even the most articulate seem to fall almost short. Perhaps I am just an asshole. Perhaps the killer in me is the killer in you.

So I've desided that my life is not any more interesting than any one else who puts this much effort into finding oneself. All in all, this is a pretty fun game for me. I trust myself above all else.