I'm not really sure if suicide is the answer, but it sure looks like it. I feel like everytime I do something good, something comes in and screws it up. The only reason I'm still living right now, is because I love this girl and I want to find out whats going to happen. I'm pretty sure it wont work out and that ill be hurt by that. I'm all fucked up right now, I need a gun. (I could kill those who cause pain, and I could go to Shangrai-La)