Can You Help Me Find The Glue? I can hardly breath, and I dare not make a sound. All the thoughts in my head, have come around and drowned. If we are what we are, then is this really me? Because what i am, at least to me... Seem quite likely to be just another incurable disease. Do I feel anything at all, or is all a mind trick too? And what if all these things my brain says come out to be true? What else should I be? What else could I do? Is it all another game, just another ruse? Cause my head is split wide open all the way through, and worst of all, I don't even know... where to find the glue.