theres this person that i know that i feel but the fealings are there out on the floor the fealings that will never exist that will never hapen that can never be.....were from diffrent worlds from diffrent groups diffrent religions every thing is diffrent nothing i fell is true becuse it will never exist never... i hate the fealing that ponder deep within me they are not what i crave not what i stay up at night to think about the meaning why am i here why do i exist why not end it.... Its not my desire to go on think this way but i dont know how to stop it..........