What the fuck am I? Who am I? Really? Why am I conscious, and why are there different people with different personalities? Why are there only 16? Why not 42? Isn't that the meaning of life? Shouldn't there be some sort of correlation between that?
Meh... It seems like most of the time, my questions are answered with questions and is and endless and tiresome cycle that I am enslaved to.
Greyhart
Somewhere over the fucking rainbow.