I don't enjoy complaining about my petty little issues...but now...bragging is an option...here...I guess. What have you done...? You've turned me into a clone, and now...I'm part of the collection. Things you've caused me to do:

.Cry
.Cut
.Smash my face against walls
.Not eat
.Not sleep
.NOT CARE

My masks...they are me...I am them...we are one...(and when two become one)...things come undone...are coming undone. I still can't make a decision...I know I'll do it...on April first...2010...2011...2012?

"HAHAHA!!! I told you I was going to do it!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! And you thought I was joking...?"

Come on in spider...