My get to know me project is failing. I fail most endeavors, though I am smarter than you could imagine. I am just a victim of lethargy, I am stuck in my realm of black veins and the beauty within the evil. I am one or the other. I am never what I seem, I am only a distracted little boy who thinks he can be a man. I am sin. I am forgiveness. I am wrong and love and fake. I create feeling, and numbness. I just want to be who I was before this. The saga goes on, the legend never dies, but I will. I will die just as chivelry has, just as socrates, and the dali llama. I'm human. I'm living and lifeless. I'm an addict, that's all I can seem to be.