Death is a welcomed permanant visitor in my life. I don't know but I have been thinking too much of why things act the way they do and why we, humans, were put on this miserable ball of dirt and air. And the answer is blank. Maybe I am just curious about what happens when people die, or maybe I'm tired of this shit.

Anyway, I'm afraid of gay people too, especially the ones who are tough and can get you easily in prisons and shit, ugh...