mirror

R: why so sad?
R: my life is not the way i wanted it to be.
R: well, live it the way you want to...
R: fuck. you are me. how come you don't understand yourself and know you are too busy weeping about how your life is not the way you wanted to live it the way you want to? go digg something.
R: yeah, i'll digg something. maybe your brain.