what would you like me to say? what? that i'm alright? that i feel fine? that i don't have other dreams? i do. i would like to be a nomad. and i will be. someday. i've decided that i will not live out the american dream. i will live my dream. no matter how unlikely it seems. i will sell my soul to do what it is i want. my dream. my life. finally. things are just twisted and numb here. between all these stones. so cold. and alone. i can't survive like this. in this world. of plaguing fantasies and horrible realities. i cannot survive like this much longer. right now. i hate all things. for no reason. at all. dfn.