Waiting for an answer I’m not sure I want. I’m seeing things from a new perspective. Maybe its better if its not better at all. I never prove myself wrong, I never prove myself right. I waiting for someone to come along and tell me what I need to know. How can this, have relevance to that? I hate living like this, in the shadows of everyones whispers. Never knowing where to turn, I’ll just walk away and never return.