screwy strange world i tried to escape, only to end up in yet another screwier stranger sadder world. and how am i happier, without any of the things i know would make me happy? how am i nicer, hating and fretting as i do? or am i the only one who is falling for this lie? i only see myself through a lined-up mirror. maybe these are all just delusions. questions i've always asked and somehow accepted that i would never receive an answer. but i won't stop asking. how could i? a lot of you have taught me a lot. and i never once considered that anyone may come across this diary and take it or me seriously. because i am not serious. not serious. unserious in fact. i see everything and nothing.