It's true. My co-workers, hell my wife, have no clue as to who i am. How i feel. What crazy, semi-lunitic thoughts run through the dark recesses of my mind. Many times i have thought, "Am i a serial killer waiting to happen", am i that crazy guy who offs himself so everyone can see. Am I the one who makes everyone lose there lunch with the attrocities they commit on others. As of yet no. The thoughts that run through my mind, are typically reserved to damage to myself. I have had times when others enter my strange and dark realm. They don't like what they see. I have learned to mask my more sinister qualities very well. I look happy. I look very well adjusted, with just enough problems to look normal. Funny thought, I was watching Dexter, and noticed that nothing about it shocked me. That he was very similiar to the way I feel, act, and do things. While the idea of death is not shocking to me, or in the least bit unpleasant. The work itself is a turn off. I don't like the idea of all the blood and clean up. Aside from the fact that it is pointless to harm others. The world will do that for them. The whole idea of individuality. Singular achievement. The humans self imposed importantness, is obsurd. We believe that we have our own thoughts, but we don't. Most believe and think the way the media wants them too. Who's hot and who's not. What is the hot topic of the day?. Global warming, hah, that's a joke. When we mess up enough as a species the planet slough us off. There is no meaning to us being here. Don't try and make one. I really want to just end it. That is the only thing that you could do that would matter. Killing others doesn't matter, that's going to happpen anyway. Chosing when and where your own death will take place is all that would matter. Thanks for listening to the ranting or a madman.