Moody

I can't relieve what i'm feeling. I can't deceive the voice within. The Unknown is sad, angry and ultimately lost. The Unknown longs for the past more than ever so. The Unknown knows not what he's typing, what he's saying and definately what he's going through. The Unknown is discontented with what he has, and yet The Unknown knows he can't ask for more. The Unknown will be here to stay awhile. I miss myself.