I’m convinced that either the world is crazy or I am, and considering I’m the only one that I cannot categorize into the world I guess its me.  I have never felt less inspired, less ambitious, less happy, less free in any part of my life.  Apparently the late David Foster Wallace and I seem to share the same feelings “lonely on a level that cannot be conveyed … Everything is part of the problem, and there is no solution. It is a hell for one.” – once again, further pressing on the fact that anyone like me has all ready come and gone.  I write freely here because I can.  I write without fear of what people will think or say, because frankly either way – I don’t care.  This site serves as a public archive of my thoughts and feelings, and while to assume that I am like an ice berg is extremely accurate – I will never feel comfortable in showing everything… Frankly, I don’t owe it to anyone.  Those who I think deserve to know these things do know, or will know.  I do what I can just to make the days go by.  Everything I ever trust breaks my trust, and anything I ever believe in lets me down – which results in the final and probably one of the most harshest and honest statements I’ve ever publically put out.  I do not completely trust anyone, nor do I believe in much of anything at all.  The few things I still manage to have some beliefs in I will keep to myself as most of them are very cynical.  I’ll try to appease my visitors more in future posts, if anyone is left.