The truth is, as masculine and hard as I want to act. I’ve seen too much, I’m tired. I’m a 31 year-old man in a 60 year old body. I went out to a bar drinking tonight. I don’t know if it’s fate or coincidence. Someone wqs talking to the guy next to me. He summed up the owner and the owner In the exact same way I felt about myself. I didn’t tell him anything about me. The coincidence is striking. I’m tired, weary of the world. To be honest all I want to do is die. I have no idea what’s going to happen. Or where I’m going to go,the truth is though I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to dream, dream infinitely and escape the confines of my mind and myself. The ironic thing is, I scored a 92% in logic. Which means I’m in the upper 8% of the population. To be honest, I wish I was in that 92%. Where maybe my dreams can become a reality. Or my reality will always be dreams. I’m weary of my human shell, if I do have a gift. The only way I want to use it, is to fly. Just like Axel Rose described. If I stayed too long, I’d probably break down and cry. I’m tired, the truth is I don’t want to go on anymore.