Its funny how you resort to words when you know the guy in front of you is gonna give you a black eye on the first mention of philosophy... so don you worry, there ain't nothin I wanna tell you that you don wanna listen to. It’s the same... over and again. Coming back to why I’m back here... It’s funny how ethanol gets you writing on walls and freaks out roommates... No, really... it did. I really don't know what I did write (I’ll probably figure it out tomorrow) and why I did it but it must have something to do with the loss of a dear one... sometime people ARE right and you do have to let go. There's not much you can do. Its not like a hard disk you can reformat and convince it that everything’s fine... sometimes you just have to let go. But the fact that still does eat me is that I’m so crippled, so incapable of handling this situation, that I have to get here and tell you that I’m all messed up. Fuck You!