Life is not what you make of it. People inflict an influence on you, force it, and you quite willingly take it. maybe it's the way you walk, the way i walk, or the way neither of us walk together anymore. or perhaps it's the way you talk, the way i talk, or the way we don't talk together. maybe it was a lie and is a lie and will always be a lie? or maybe it's another phase and i'm still worth hanging on to. maybe it's another phase and you're still worth hanging on to. who knows? god knows? who is god? what is god? where is god? everything is supposed to happen for a reason. to teach us lessons of some sort, at the world's expense. fate's greatest love is death, regardless. so who even cares anymore? hmmmm.. i have too many questions and noone who wants to answer them truthfully, without being vague. v