apology namae I can justify it any way I please. But, in the end, I can't deny the scab that opens again, revealing the void underneath, reminding me that I'm not and can't be a part of it. That's the only reason I seem angry. You likely haven't even noticed it (might not even know what the fuck I'm talking about), but I have, and I apologize. It's nothing personal. Except you, bob. You are a smug, intellectual prat, and I really do hate you. I bet that's comforting, eh? 010815 ... slightly confused-mode namae Did I write that? 010823 what's it to you? who go blather from