Tired.

I'm so complex. Who will I open up to? So many people say they're missunderstood. Well, I say, when will I allow myself to be understood?

"Please forgive our indiscretions and perversions, and always grant us the insight to determine. From here to kingdom come, thy demands will be respected, ashes to ashes, and the harvest is collected. May He vanquish those who trespass against us, and never trust those who must act as gangstas. Give us direction, provide us protection, keep our temple from infection." Buck.