I hate feeling like this, yet it is my addiction, my herion. It is familar. The known. It comes to me when I am lost in unfamiliar ground. Surrounds me like a death shroud protecting and dark. This is the nightmare that you wake up from to realize that you weren't sleeping.

-kln-

I want you to be happy and free, don't worry about me, and just like the movies, we play out our last scene, you won't cry, and I won't scream.