Sometimes you just want to cry, whatever that means, whatever that would solve, you just want to cry because life is so damn confusing. You know, you could be anyone you wanted to, but then you can’t be everyone. You must be someone. You got all these hidden personality potentials in you and you’re facing a difficult time choosing. Today when you want to be something, everybody thinks you’re something, and the next day when you want to be another thing people just blow up. And then somehow you care, you care because they’re going to think you’re some sort of clown, you’re some sort of confused person. But then you begin to wonder, is it that you’re really confused or that people are just damn slow?