Have you ever felt like you were sleeping? Swimming in a giant sea of this dream we call life? Sufficated by the things, that plague our minds. But really, are they there? If we are only but sleeping, then why can we not just make it go away? Why is it that I cannot understand how? Why is it that I can do so many things and understand so many things but I constantly do this wrong? Why do I fuck things up all the time? FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!