Lies... So many of them everywhere. When can you tell what isn't a lie? How can you trust that YOU aren't lying to YOURSELF? This world is just so messed up, that nothing seems real to me anymore. Am I even real? If so... What about my feelings?

I'm lost in a sea of darkness, floating away from all of the light that shines on me. I know not what love is, and I never will, though it is the only thing that could save me.

How come we strive so hard to get the things-or in this case, the person-we want, but we still cannot get them?