I love you. You love jasper?

Sometimes, I really wonder how mad people feel deep down inside. Are they really mad? Or is there hope that somewhere in the crevices of their head there exists the true them. I hate feeling helpless. I think being trapped can the worst experience ever. I don't want to ever hear the phrase "if only" in my mind. I want to settle.

I have always questioned the necessity of religion and the existance of a higher order of being. I think we are strong enough to find hope and strength by ourselves, or at least I hope.

Let's see: