I feel as though my life is nothing more than a game for other people to play. It seems that everyone tries to see what the can do to make your life better or worse depending on the type of person they are. Sometimes, though, I just wish people would completely leave me alone. I need my personal space and I need to feel that I'm me without any interuptions. But what is "me". According to any natural law we are the product of our environment. My question then is, "If I am to be labeled as a product of my environment the why do I not fit in?" I'm just so confused as to why I'm here now and who I am. All my life I've been the outcast; the black sheep so to speak. In my opinion thoguh I'm the normal one. Everyone else is wierd to me. I guess I'll just continue to question the world around me until I find the answer I don't want; and then will I be satisfied? I guess I should just face the facts: I'm a loser, a psycho, and a bastard. If that is so then let it be. I don't care anymore and why the hell should I?