• I don't know who I am anymore... I have those days where I think iv'e finally found who I am, then it turns out, it was all a lie, a figment of my imagination. I hope one day i'll know who I am... I'm still holding on to hope...

    I still hold onto the hope that one day, I'll figure out what my purpose was in this cruel world we live in is, but until then , i'm going to pull my self together, and put on a fake smile to get me through the day.

    I'll be myself, no matter what the consequence, and I will show my true colors in a world of black and white ; in a world of black in white, where almost everyone is the same, but there are still those few who show their true colors and show who they really are.

    The black and white shades are iredescent in a world where the few who show their true colors come out to play, theyr'e open, strong, and independant from the normal.

    I scream in my head, no, but not aloud, I speak my mind, my voice is loud. I don't know, what's so sane about such a crossfire world, what's so insane about a perfect universe, a perfect world, full of colors, individuality , and that last bit of hope you hold onto, hoping that it will all make sense one day.

    Then you have the people, who sincerely don't care about anyone but themselves, who mask them selves in similarities, comparing to the rest of society, the ones that look the same, dress the same, act the same, and think the same.