you're my escape from reality, in a sense. if you want to call this reality. it's more a twisted sense of the word. the small idiotic things of everyday life. actually, i think you're my escape TO reality. Stability. Normalcy (yeeah history terms). I know this probably makes no sense, but it's true. I need the escape. Because I don't think i belong here anymore. Maybe thats kind of ostentatious....but i still think it's true. I don't fit into this warped puzzle where everyone knows nothing about everything. I'm tired of having ideas shoved down my throat, sick of watching the best turned to the worst, and tired of having little things get me. Its all because on one little reason. I just can't quite decide on what exactly that reason is. Ok. I'm done.