Isn't fascinating how people simply try so fucking hard to be like someone else? The lingoes they try to imitate, the fashion they desperately try to pick up, and practically everything. Oh and let's put it this way, what was always preached was to NEVER wear masks. Pfft, talk about oxymora. Perhaps I've got issues to put these cross-bearers down so instinctively, or perhaps it's just a past time. Then again, whatever.

Hah, 'Champions' they call themselves, I beg to differ.

"it's always the same lines, the same look, what are you guys? Imitations?So much for creation, so much for 'everyone's different'Pfft...Losers."

'Cause I'm selfish and I'm cold,
Careless, and lonely again.
This world seems to be ending,
And there is nothing left to lose; Nothing left to prove.
And I am all torn on the inside.
The cross I cannot bear feels like pressure coming down.


The trust is dead in me...