I could tell you that life is grand... That my world is full of unicorns farting rainbows... I could tell you that I awaken every morning to the sweet touch of the smiling sun gently caressing my face, welcoming a fresh and exciting day... But, why tell blatant lies? Yes, my life could be worse, but I am finding myself in a tempest of chaotic shit at the moment. I am slowly learning to except the fact that I can trust no one in this world. They are all out for themselves, and no matter how hard I attempt to befriend them, they stand in the shadows with their steely knives poised at my back. It is best that I fade into obscurity, keeping all my feelings, inner most thoughts, and aspirations shrouded in secret. Confiding in no one, for no one can now be trusted...