You dont know why but everything seems to be agenst you, and when you sitdown and think about it you dont know what to do, one moment you think i should just get it all over with, then next you say to yourself no this is just what i have to deal with, you cant stop thinken about the bad when you should think about the good, you do all the things you wont to do instead of what you should, all these thoughts run through your broken and confused mind, all these thoughts you wont to look for u cant find, they all seem to be locked away in some specail place, every time i look for it a confused look hits my face, it gets to the point were everything that was done is done agen, that is wy i grabed this paper and pen. By, B.C.