I still have to find a use for this lil' thingy called 'life'. Life should come with a manual, I'd say. It's annoying, really -- as it is, you have to figure out where everything falls into place all by yourself. Love, cigarettes, writing, Visual Kei, bills, rent, computers, guitar -- there's so much stuff I've got to sort through that sometimes I just wish I could kick life in the balls and shout, "Gimmie a break already!"